Working and learning seem to consume the vast majority of my life lately. Thankfully, a mate invited me to visit the corn maze with his family. Of course this mostly involved me wandering about with my camera.
In addition to the maze, there was also a pumpkin patch.
The brave leader and navigator for our trek through the maze was Conner the Mapholder.
Across the whole day, the most interesting thing was how people interacted with the maze and each other. From the group (in their 30’s) loudly complaining from the center of the maze that it was to easy or the family laughing every time they walked in a circle, almost everyone interacted differently.
In many cases people had begun husking the corn while in the maze, only to stop and leave it half exposed soon as they realized that it had hairs or was’t ripe. With the kernels ripe for picking the crows or other birds would swoop in an finish what people had left.
Though for every ear that hung never to make it out of the field, there were several more just coming into their own, still holding the fog.
For the past few weeks every time that I’ve gone out with my camera, I’ve ended up taking photos of dead plants. This is a selection of those photos.
And, because it’s always threatening to rain or actually raining, all of the light is nice an consistent across the whole batch.
I think that one of the reasons that I find all these dead plants so interesting is because for the most part everything stays green here. Most of the trees are fir trees, and ferns, ivies, and a lost of other small bushes just stay green though winter. Also the wet weather breaks most of the dead plants down fairly quickly, so by this time of year you actually have to keep an eye out to notice them.
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!
I saw this sign while catching up with my mom. She saw some of the photo’s I have of old and abandoned buildings (I’ll edit and post them soon) and wanted to show me some she had found. After awhile this just turned into us driving around chatting. We ended up in the town of Machias. It was just after sundown that I saw this sign in someones yard. I loved it. I grabbed the gear that I of course had in the car and set up on the edge of the yard.
After a moment a lady came out and asked what we were doing. I was able to meet her and her husband Bruce (I never caught her name). They allowed me into their yard to snap this and told me how it had come into their possession. Oh, and of course I was hiding with the tripod under an umbrella because as always, it was raining.
They had an assortment of of other beautiful treasures around their yard so I hope I can make it back out there again!
If you have a few clicks to spare, please look at a larger version of the holiday guy. I may have, and in fact did draw him for 18×24. When you zoom it in you’ll see I did all the stitching on his clothes and such.
I haven’t been illustrating enough lately so this is an attempt to start getting back in the swing of things.
So hopefully everyone is having a good holiday season thus far!
This photo was more of an experiment than something that I was planning on finishing. Actually, up until today I didn’t even plan on touching it at all. Basically the little concept for this little project was could I take a shitty photo and make a good one just in post with minimal adjustments to exposure and none to HSL.
The original shot (see below) was just a quick reference photo taken at dusk when I was looking for spots to shoot long exposures of the bridge. It was just a quick handheld pop before walking away. The exposure was adjusted +0.3. Other than that almost all the changes were done with the tone curve, split toning, and shadow tint. All in all, for just a run amuck experiment I’m surprised at how well it came out.
At least I’m fairly certain that’s what the tape said. As some of you may know it was exceptionally raining in the Seattle area yesterday. With this in mind I thought the light would be lovely to shoot inside of and old abandoned house. And just as it happened, I knew right where one was as I used to dig BMX jumps there in high school. Upon arrival to the old house on the bluff, I discovered that at some point in the last few months it had been set ablaze and all that remained was a hollow burned out husk. So, instead of abandoned interiors, I present you with burned out photos.
Though it might not look like it, the hardest part of these photos was staying dry. I was crouched over the camera the whole time and had a large umbrella maneuvering from hand to hand most of the time too. All in all though, I can’t imagine a more fun way to spend a rainy day.
Hope you’ve enjoyed these and thanks for at least scrolling all the way to the bottom!
I spent a little time wandering down the beach the other day picking up bits of crab that had washed up with the tide. Every time I had both of my hands full I would go back to the old section of bulk head and set them on the pillars. In their prime more than seventy-five years ago, these once pristine and tar covered shoulder high pillars still stand against the waves. The protect the land and the homes above as they always have, and a small number still provide the place where treasures from the beach have always been laid.
The little top bit is a little more floral than I would normally put forth, but this is a very sentimental place to me that has been in my family since the 1930’s
The crab shells in all of these photos can be seen in the top photo.
There’s a very high possibility that there will be more of this bulk head in the future.