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The night garage
Anyone who’s followed my blog for very long has probably seen shots of the desolation that is downtown Lubbock. Like here, or here, or here.
The other night, I was looking for something interesting to shoot, and after the Truckers Chapel at the truck stop didn’t work for a night shot (don’t fret: I’ll go back in the daytime and try again), I ended up downtown. I took some really marginal photos (don’t fret: I won’t make you look at them) and then, right before I was about to give up and come home, I saw this abandoned parking garage, which is adjacent to Lubbock’s ill-fated Omni Building. In the daytime, the place is uninteresting, but at night? It takes on a whole new look.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.13.2013
PS: Yes, I was in an abandoned parking garage on Friday the 13th. I’m pretty brave like that.
The last two things
These old houses decay in the same pattern. The people go, whatever yard there was goes to weeds, a storm peels off a few shingles, rain gets in, the roof gets a hole, then some more shingles go, more rain gets in, the front porch starts to sag, the roof sags, the porch falls off, the roof caves in.
But through it all, the satellite dish and the tress hang on..
near New Deal, Texas
photographed 1.26.2013
It’s time to vote!
I am happy to announce that my photo “In a Ghost Town Do Ghosts Go to Church” is one of ten finalists in the Digital Lightroom’s on-line photography competition.
If you have time, follow the link and vote! (If you just can’t bring yourself to vote for my photo, please vote for my friend’s photograph “Park Lookout.”)
Thanks!
Some things that make me stop
An asphalt parking lot, being overtaken by weeds? A painted-over front door? A sign painted right on the concrete block wall? Ghostly evidence of previous signage? Wispy clouds? A goofy awning?
Yes, all of those things are connected. And all of them will make me stop and take a picture. Or a dozen.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 5.4.2013
Whoa, men!
Santa Rosa, New Mexico, was on our family’s usual vacation route from Lubbock to the mountains; I went through Santa Rosa twice per summer for my entire childhood.
From one of those trips, I have a clear memory of my dad, standing with me in front of the restroom doors at a gas station, telling me I should read “women” as “Whoa, men!” There’s every possibility that it was in Santa Rosa, and it could have been at this exact station.
But that aside, I like how this place sort of feels like it’s probably the very last spot you’ll see indoor plumbing forever. Like beyond this very space is a vast and untamed emptiness. That’s not right, of course, because the Interstate’s right there, and before you know it you’re in Albuquerque or Amarillo. But still, that’s how it feels. To me.
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 5.4.2013
One Day | One Image 