The dregs of dreams, 1
The road from Alpine to Terlingua goes through mountains, past a border patrol checkpoint, and across a wide plain. And then, just as the mountains of Big Bend National Park loom off to the left, there are a few scattered and abandoned buildings: evaporated dreams.
But the dregs of these dreams are stunningly beautiful.
along Highway 118
Brewster County, Texas
photographed 1.20.2013
Posted on October 23, 2013, in architecture, Photography and tagged 365 photo project, abandoned buildings, architecture, black and white photography, melinda green harvey, one day one image, photo a day, photography, terlingua, texas. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
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That is just spectacular – the isolation just dominates. Love this.
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Thank you, Donna. I made a couple of U-turns to get this one, but I couldn’t let it go un-photographed!
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Very nice. I love how you lined up the peak of the roof with the land. Nice processing too. I was expecting to read it was from a drawer in your parent’s place. And, dregs of dreams is a nice turn of phrase.
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There were two things I wanted to get from this picture – the way the building and the top of the mesa lined up, and the see-through door of the place. There are a couple more “dregs of dreams” shots coming up, so I am glad you like the phrase!
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I enjoyed the title of the post and the desolate picture. “Dregs” is not a word you hear a lot.
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Thanks, John. “Dregs” seemed to fit this scene….
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I love that ‘high-key’ type shot, Melinda
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Thanks, Andy. It seemed to fit the building’s desolation, the desert, and the hot climate.
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Loaded with pathos.
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Thank you, Vera – that is what I had hoped to convey.
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Don’t you wonder what prompted someone to settle here of all places?
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Yes, I do. It’s a harsh and unforgiving place – and no matter how beautiful the land is, the beauty’s not enough to make up for the rest.
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I like how the lines from the utility pole disappear into the frame. Does that tell us something about this place?
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It’s like foreshadowing, in a photograph! (Mrs. Pinkston was right when she told us in 9th grade English class that we DID need to know what foreshadowing meant.)
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Reblogged this on CitraGran Cibubur.
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