What if we gave a party and nobody came?


If you’d been a regular IdiotPhotographer reader, or just happen to have stumbled on this post, we’re here to say: we’ve moved! You can find us at the Sublime League of the Holy Lens, where you can see our newest work. We’ve been to Canada, Detroit and the East Coast and have some damn fine (if I do say so myself) photography to show off. Click on the link below to see our new home:

Meanwhile, here’s a shoy from the recent trip to Detroit.


We’ve Moved!


We’ve been working on a new site to showcase our work for a little while. It finally is up, updated and live today. Besides displaying photos better, it has a bio section for each of us (we are a quartet) with a best-of portfolio and even a section to inquire about purchasing a print! Our cheeky new name is Slothl, an acronym for the Sublime League Of the Holy Lens, because we are fancy like that. Here is a handy link to the new site:


I’ll Fly Away

Once again, musical accompaniment may be found here.

Some bright morning when this life is over
I’ll fly away
To that home on Gods celestial shore
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away


I like my irony dark, thanks.

Into Dust

As per custom, musical accompaniment can be found here.

It was you
breathless and tall
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers turning into dust
Turning into dust.


I’m going to keep on this musical theme until I run out of songs to post.

Every Planet We Reach is Dead

Another audio pairing you can listen to here.

Regression.wp Passages.wp NavalUnit.wp


halls rnt

Which path would you chose?

Avoid Falls


This sign was painted over twice in the past,
leaving stair-goers clueless about proper stairwell etiquette and safety.
Years of neglect and the weathering of the elements deteriorated the steps
while simultaneously revealing the ancient warning.
Everything falls into place in perfect synchronicity,
sparing one casual explorer a turbulent trip to the cellar.

No Phone

The previous post got me thinking about the uniquely enjoyable challenge of pairing song lyrics with a particular image. Holly is a serious Springsteen fan and was, I’m sure, ecstatic about the prospect of throwing some of the Boss’s words into a post. The lyrics of my personal long-standing guilty pleasure, AC/DC, don’t lend themselves quite as easily to urbex pairing, consisting as they do primarily of grunted braggadocio and affirmations of sexual virility.
But, as a theme of our recent outing to a former military installation was phones, I went with Cake’s No Phone to go with an image of a derelict telephone switchboard. Feel free to enhance your viewing with the video here.

Shaking, quaking
Waking me when I’m asleep
Never lets me go too deep
Summons me with just one beep
The price we pay is steep

I’ve been on fire
Yet I still stay frozen
So deep in the night
My smooth contemplations will always be broken
My deepest concerns will stay buried and unspoken
No, I don’t have any change but here’s a few subway tokens

No phone, no phone
I just wanna be alone today
No phone, no phone
No phone, no phone
I just wanna be alone today
No phone, no phone


57 Channels and Nothin’ On

So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
‘Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbin’ the almighty peace
Judge said “What you got in your defense son?”
“Fifty-seven channels and nothin’ on”


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