Ah, who can’t relate to the feeling of abandonment? But it was harder than I thought to really capture that in an image, as I learned with the latest weekly challenge from 52 Frames.
For starters, I was sort of in love with the top photo in this post (you may have to scroll up to see it by now…). Something about the games I grew up with being tossed aside, faded and weathered by time, tugged at my heartstrings. But, unsure it was really the best I could do, I kept walking around the neighborhood.
This little house, almost completely hidden behind an overgrown yard, caught my eye and I kept coming back to it over the course of a few days. And kept cropping and playing with color vs. black and white.
Still, it didn’t really work for me, and I had to admit I wasn’t satisfied yet.
My friend, Nancy, suggested going down near Depot Park, where the regional utility has a big substation. So, Saturday night after an early dinner and right at golden hour, I went looking for inspiration. The minute I drove by these two tanks, I knew I’d found it.
The only thing was, that No Smoking sign bothered me, as did the stuff to the left, so I worked in Lightroom and then Photoshop to crop and remove things. Once I did a tighter crop, I could see the rusted fence and the withered branches added a whole dimension to he idea of abandonment.
Three possibilities, one winner. Maybe 30 images total over the three locations, whittled down to this one. Not a bad ratio for me, actually.
I’m not one of those guys that has a great worldview. I kind of deal with terror and fear and isolation and abandonment.