Allegory in Brick and Mortar
The Idiot Photographer, Bentbottle and I teamed up Sunday to visit some of our favorite haunts, and decided to spend some time in the Gary Methodist Church. Now, this is really the place to see if you’re going to see one thing in Gary. Consequently, any time we’ve been in there in the last couple years we’ve had company in the form of other photographers doing their thing. I guess I wasn’t complaining the time when there was a lingerie fashion shoot going on, but sometimes it feels like this place is “over”.
And then you walk in.
The church is huge, with an attached parochial school complete with gym and auditorium. The classrooms are now a feast for the eyes: taggers have covered walls, goth kids have left their “satanic” schtick laying about, and plenty of old furniture and hobo detritus. I got into this room just in time for the sunset to come streaming in.
The doors into the gymnasium, HDRed into what I call the “Ivan Albright Affect”
What can I say. I’m a sucker for moodily lit hallways.
But that’s not why you come here. This is why you come here.
Whatever your beliefs may be (I skew rather heathen), it’s hard to not be affected by the sight of something that was once so grand and so important to so many brought so low.