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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.
Cross
On a desolate stretch of a narrow highway, north of San Francisco, the whiteness of the cross against the summer-brown grasses caught my attention. The cross had not been there long – the flag was still crisp, the fresh flowers hadn’t started fading, and the grass was still bent from recent footsteps.
The day after my visit was the one-month anniversary of the day M. Tate lost his/her life on the road by the sea.
along Highway 1, at Meyers Grade Road
California
photographed 7.23.2005
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
Night lights
Several of the graves in this cemetery are decorated with solar-powered landscape lights, which gives the place a bit of surprising glow if you’re not familiar with this sort of cemetery decor.
These kinds of lights don’t collect up enough power during the day to burn all night; I think they only last for about eight hours. Which leaves the graves, eventually, in the dark after all.
Englewood Cemetery
Slaton, Texas
photographed 8.10.2013
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!
