Tuesday, April 19, 2011
By some mindless fortune I was awake early in the morning and pumped to create some images. The skies held a promising color after the storms of the night prior and no force other than a neutron star was going to hold me back from making use of the fortunate weather. My original intent was to revisit a site I'd frequented many times before, but due to a lingering loopiness from the night before I missed the exit and promptly declared "Fuck it" and ventured elsewhere. U-turns be damned.
I whipped out my trusty tablet and perused the plethora of locales provided by my "Places to See" map and found myself relatively near to a common haunt of those interested in my variety of photography. Every location deserves at least one visit, no matter how old and gutted, so I made my way to the less than lovely place I'd made my mark.
Once I had arrived to the area it became more than clear that the prior night's storms hadn't simply provided the gorgeous sky that morning, but also demolished a sizable portion of the surrounding area. Water levels on the nearby coast rose up to not-to-distant railroad tracks, and debris and dead, rotting fish littered the landscape. My ultimate objective resided well above sea level, but the impact of the battered land below was enough to put me in a real apocalyptic mindset. The muse only strengthened.
Catching my breath, I made my way up to the first building. The love-her-leave-her nature of the site was obvious. Already one building in and it was clearly nobody had bothered boarding up the windows for some time. Whereas some of the locations I've visited showed clear signs of their past in the form of relics or the care taken to keep them sealed, the ball was dropped in this complex and she was apparently deemed "Not worth it anymore". It's always sad to see the destruction that ensues when a site reaches that level of catatonia - the damage done and garbage left behind by bored teenagers who can't be bothered to care. I've seen it in at least a half dozen buildings/complexes and it never ceases to be a disappointment every time.
Determined to capture her with my own eye, I pressed forward and sought what little interest I could extract from her dry, broken remains. Much of my shooting depended on light play given the lack of subject matter available. The empty hallway is brutally cliche, but sometimes there's little else to photograph in these forgotten places.
The final series of buildings I wandered about were old offices, all just as gutted and absent of history as the rest of the complex. Satisfied that I'd seen all there was to see, I returned to the hillside and made the uneasy trip back to the pier.
Oh God, that is an awful thought. I take it back.