We know not what it did, save that it seemed to have its own room on the top floor of the building we were in a week ago. Dials labeled “upper radiation” and “gallons per minute” as well as myriad switches and knobs covered nearly its entirety. Whatever it did may be moot, but what it does still is make a hell of an impression.
A new location was accessed by Moribund and myself last weekend. More on that in future posts. Suffice it to say that (speaking for myself at least) I was left wanting in terms of quality shots. Plans are in order to return in a week’s time to delve deeper and hopefully find more photo fodder. Extremely low light was certainly an obstacle last weekend, though one I think I turned to my advantage with this shot.
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl..
Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming
You were expecting maybe subtlety?
Light streams into abandoned classroom, with debris piled into a corner. Note the unique fan-shaped fluorescent light fixtures.
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline/She wasn’t sayin’ nothin’, it was just a dream
The wind come silent through the windshield/All I could see was snow and sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was runnin’/I was runnin’ then I was flyin’
Highway 29 – Bruce Springsteen, 1995
If future archeologists labor to distinguish what set turn-of-the-millenium America apart from other places and times, superfluous signage may be a handy reference point.
Abandoned things in Canada seem to be different than a lot of places where my trusty co-horts visit. We don’t have a lot of old factories and things like that where I am. In Canada, specifically on the prairies, it’s abandoned farms.
Farming is in my family…my great-grandparents settled in Saskatchewan and that farm is still in the family today, 112 years later. The families around their farm are long gone, but the reminders are still there..sometimes with personal items inside.
These homes are a sad reminder that life is always moving forward and sometimes things just get left behind. They are gentle giants dotting the prairie landscape.
A tiny desk for a tiny person. Everyone together now, “awwwwwwwww”.
“Applaud, friends! The comedy is over”
–final words apocryphally attributed to Ludwig van Beethoven
I’m sorry I derive way too much enjoyment from naming posts as if they were bad Hollywood sequels. Anyway, here is my take on the cap & gown we found at St. Laurence school. If anyone is wondering: yes, we took turns trying them on. There now exist photos of us dressed in this graduation gown and hamming it up. Should one of these pictures of us appear in the dignified pages of this blog, it would immediately lead to an escalating exchange of embarrassing photographs. As in the cold war, let us hope that cooler heads prevail and ultimate disaster is averted.
Anyhoo, here’s my shot.