On a recent trip back home where the primary business of the area is agriculture, I came across this old piece of “machinery”. This thing has not moved in decades. It is a reminder of how things used to be, where we come from and how far we have come. I am not totally sure what it was used for on the farm, but whatever it was, it has been obsolete for a long time. The owners must have thought it was either cheaper or less of a headache to just let it retire where it stood to become a relic as opposed to trashing it.
When I shot this, I wasn’t exactly sure what it was that I liked about it. But tonight, months later, I think I understand.
When I look at this, it is a reminder that life has not always been, and does not have to be, so fast – I feel grounded. You see, I am very into technology and gadgets: smart phones, cameras, cars, computers, social media, computer programs, etc. This is something that can really bite me if I am not careful. Technology never slows down and only speeds up. Before I know it, I can be spinning my wheels pretty fast to keep up with everything I am “in” to. It is times like these above that I remember to take a break, take a breath and remember to just be still and be. Life changes, that is one certainty, I don’t want to forget to enjoy the journey along the way.
I edited this photo to have an older, film look.
F/1.8, 35mm, 1/160 sec, ISO 100
My previous post focused on the contrasting color and decay of the graffiti at the old feed mill. This post looks at a couple of the details surrounding the mill. The old buildings and machinery are testament to a once lively operation. However, all that is left are small, rusty and deteriorating details.
While visiting my family for Thanksgiving, I told my dad I wanted to go shoot some pictures and then asked if he had any recommendations on locations. I told him I was looking for some sort of abandoned, old “something”. He said he knew just the place and so we set out into the country. We arrived at an abandoned feed mill. This place used to provide food for the many different cow farms in the valley where they live (and I grew up). Perfect!
Much to my surprise, this abandoned mill had been turned into a graffiti artist’s canvas. Graffiti was everywhere! What immediately jumped out at me was the amount of detailed/grand pieces amongst the random yammerings of the local gangs. They were so colorful and well done in this old and decaying environment that I had to take these photos. An interesting thing to point out is that this is not a place that people go to. This is out in the sticks of a small town. These were done purely for limited viewing and appreciation. By the way, I have a few more photos coming that play on the mill environment, seperate from the graffiti; I will put those up in another post.
I am not sure what this stands for, but the creator put a lot of time and color into this one. It stood out like….a color painting on an old oat mill wall…
Spatula? In any case, this had a great presence.
I intentionally ‘colored’ in this photo below sloppily to somewhat mimic the graffiti style. The color is what was there, I did not add any color. The surroundings in this room were so decayed up against this color that I had to dramatize this fact by greying out everything but the color.
This wall had also been attacked by local paintballers. This just added to the color in the grim environment.