A couple of weeks ago I was working on a job doing fireman training videos in a fire house. About half way through the day we had about a half hour to kill between shots because we got ahead of schedule and the talent for the next set hadn’t shown’t up yet. So this left me with free roam with my still camera in the station for a little while, and here’s what I got!
With hot hits and soft fills the large windows made for ideal conditions as I skittered about.
Although it may not look like it, it was definitely pouring rain outside. Also, for those who aren’t familiar with fire houses or haven’t had the chance to badger firemen with questions, that pipe that runs up the center of the shot connects the truck exhaust into a ventilation system so that they can run the engines inside without becoming in fumigated . It sit’s on a slide track so it doesn’t have to be manually removed when the truck heads out, it just pops of at the pressure of the truck pulling out.
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!