Monthly Archives: August 2018
My life is an easy chair
The main thing I think about when I am out photographing abandoned places is how the particular things I see were left behind. Was this chair broken? Too heavy to life? Maybe someone meant to come back for it? Maybe terrible things happened in the chair, and no one wanted it?
But anyway, there it is, all velvet and mildew and dust and pigeon shit.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 8.12.2018
It always gets worse
…and the next time, even more of the stucco will have let go of the house.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 8.12.2018
Behind the stairs
One of my local informants strayed from ghost stories for a few minutes to tell me about the time her brothers left their little sister stranded at the top of these fire stairs. They sound like nice boys, don’t they?
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 8.12.2018
Reports are the boiler room is haunted
I promised I wouldn’t use their names, but a couple of people who grew up here in Bledsoe told me the local consensus is that the boiler room at this abandoned school is haunted. And so is the school itself, apparently. And the very street in front of the school.
This friendly and informative pair wandered over from across the street to find out what I was doing. They were happy to tell me lots of stories about growing up in this town, and all the ghosts, and so forth. Both of them live in the next county, in a larger town, and spend their weekends here in Bledsoe. “I love being in the country,” one of them said.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 8.12.2018
One Day | One Image 