I’ve been thinking about this blog and the role it should play in this photography website as a whole. Originally I decided it would be an easy way for me to update viewers on recent projects without updating the main gallery each time—and it has been that. But, seeing as how I’m not a full-time photog, this section of the site has the possibility of collecting dust and I certainly don’t want that.So, I’ve decided that this blog needs to additionally serve as a catalyst for my picture taking. At one point I made a promise to myself in passing that I would take and post a new photo each day. I knew at the time that it was a lofty goal—a fact only solidified when I started a new job that kept me essentially locked inside a windowless office for most of the day. As such, my new goal is to take photographs as often as possible, essentially accumulating a collection of sorts—something I can pull from and discuss daily in this blog.
I’m starting it off with two photos I took last year during a week-long trip to Albuquerque. My friends Alicia, Missy and I drove from ABQ to Roswell for that quintessential UFO experience. The roads to Roswell are literally in the middle of nowhere. Vast spaces of nothingness stretch out in all directions, as far as the eye can see. For miles and miles there wasn’t so much as a hill to be admired. Such a view makes for a road trip that is both boring and ethereal all at the same time. At one point—about 30 minutes from Roswell, if memory serves—we happened upon a small one-road town that appeared to be about 75 percent abandoned. We made a promise to stop on the way back, and we did. The abandoned stores, gas station, diner and church were creepy, to say the least.
But perhaps the creepiest abandoned building we came across was a motel. Each room’s door was left wide open. In many there was still furniture: chairs with broken legs, beds with disheveled sheets and blankets and lamps with lopsided shades. There was a stillness to the motel that created the feeling that we were being watched. Perhaps we were; we’ll never know for sure. I took the photo on the right after being brave enough to step a few feet into one of the rooms—we were in constant fear of someone jumping out from behind a door or turned over sofa. The shot is from the inside looking out, but I love how the outdoor light is blown out, so you can’t see through the window. The shadows created through the curtain folds are what really catch my eye in the shot. There’s a demonstration of depth and shallowness happening at the same time. Extra bonus points if you can tell me what’s wrong with the image on the left.
Each time I look at these shots reminded of the tiny hairs that stood on end at the back of my neck during our exploration of the abandoned New Mexico town.