It’s been very busy lately. But amidst the general chaos of living in the 21st century, I’ve managed to built a couple projects. This is from a fun monthly event that has just taken on the name “Bike Night.” For 5 hours, on the first Friday of every month, the Mill Creek Skate Park goes from skateboards only, to bikes only.
If you’re interested in the music, it’s from Human Pyramids! It’s a fantastic 3 track demo that can be found right here!
The slow mo was shot on an Sony FS700, the time lapse on a Cannon 30d, and everything else on a Cannon 7d!
Editing was all done in Premiere Pro CS6 and the type was set in Illustrator.
Finally found motivation and time to edit some of these pictures! So here goes. I had another rainy day off so I went to shoot photos at an old barn that I had made note of a couple weeks ago. There were a lot of neat details laying around, but the whole place was grown over very thick with blackberry stickers.
Since I shot the photos I’ve been able to ask around and find out why the old barn still stands. Up until about ten years ago it was part of a large buffalo farm. I don’t know if the farm was faltering or if there was just enough money offered, but WallMart bought all of the land with the intention of building a new store there.
And then? Nothing.
No one seemed to know why a WallMart was never built here. But it seemed most everyone was happy it hadn’t been. So now ten years later all that is left is the overgrown farm and the memories it holds.
While by no means covered in beer cans and bottles, many of the larger bushes would show off troves of hoarded glass and tin if you peaked beneath their leafy exteriors.
The small sticker bush tunnel to the barn proper once had a soft floor of mattresses. Now barely remaining are their coils, almost invisible until you step on the rusty springs.
You can still see all of the tin roofing on the ground. One of two small rooms off the back of the barn that looked like they had once been canning rooms. The only evidence this being some left over shelves and some broken mason jars. This room still most of three walls even long after a tree broke though the roof on its trek for sunlight.
I really enjoy these old places. I feel like they often have more life and stories than the places where people still reside. You just need to look for them. Like a detective, but without the snub nose revolver and the goons on your tail.
I’m already sitting on photos from a couple other houses. I have more marked out to shoot too. I occasionally just drive around looking for places, but more often then not, I hear about them through the grapevine. More soon! Thanks for reading all the hubbub or at least quickly scrolling to the bottom!
Right out of the window of my apartment bed room is a pond. In this pond live some frogs. While originally I thought it was cute falling a asleep to their mating croaks, now I think of them more as a horny frat that parties every damn night. No one ever believes me how large or loud they are either. So the other day they were sitting in the sun, and here is my evidence!