I’m sorry, someone has likely taken this same picture…I can assure you the only person around when I took it today was an old man shuffling down the broken street to meet his equally old friends for a Pilsner at the local watering hole.
I’ve begun posting shots from my trip to LA, but I will back up a bit here. We took the Amtrak (that’s the passenger rail service here in the states, for those unfamiliar) out to the coast, a 48 hour trip from Chicago to Los Angeles’ Union Station. I took a few photos from the train, though I packed the wrong lens on my carry-on and was stuck with my wide angle the whole trip. Here’s what I managed to get.
A mountain in New Mexico
Each block of glass is its own little world living out microscopic dramas in the afternoon sunlight.
A shady physician awaits his next patient.
I spent a long time circling this car, trying to find the right balance of exposure time, ISO, and flashlight angle. Thus, I have a lot of similar shots, and it gets hard to choose the definitive one. The original shot of this car (to be found on this recent post) I’m no longer quite happy with. So, here’s a couple variations.
Like Orpheus of Greek myth, we descend into an underworld, impelled by our own dark longings and melancholy. Unlike the ancient hero, we have no lyre with which to soothe and pacify what we may find in Hell, and we know that our Eurydice will never come home with us. We hope only to capture what we see before the lights of the inferno dim and the gates slam closed behind us once again.
Early afternoon light fills the south end of this turn of the twentieth century building.
Indianapolis, former psychiatric facility.
October light sweeps through a derelict theater