Kingdom of Heaven & Mud
schmoo
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Winter has been very kind so far on the mid-Atlantic, especially nestled on an inland bay like in Baltimore. Being the kind of person who enjoys a bit of snow, this year we had to drive for it.
In the mountains lie many cities and towns that slowly circle the drain. The natural resources that once promised industry barons infinite wealth no longer hold the same optimism as the centuries change. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
In these cases it is more like "Plaster to plaster and rust to rust."
This was once a steel foundry: sprawling, confusing and undoubtedly loud. It's still all of the above but, of course, there is no life and the confusion takes a completely different form as the years slowly roll by. Shockingly, this property lies alongside a public bike path that is not often used. In this part of town very few people have the inclination or the motivation to do something as recreational as bicycling.
On this day it was frigid and wet. The sky roiled with black clouds and the wind howled through the fragile skeletal roof. Solid and liquid precipitation battered against the corrugated walls, ripping great sheets of metal and rattling them so loudly at first we packed up and started to leave. It sounded more like an angry, territorial squatter wrenching open a welded door than I'm sure the actual noise would have been.
In between the bouts of wind, water from the roof would drip... drip... drip... onto the metal machinery inside. Alone in the dark and cold the ever-changing patter began to sound like the distant babble of voices. If my fingers had not been already so frozen from winter, they would have been numb with fear.
Skeleton Smile
Roadblock
No, Don't Go!
Turn the Loop
Toppled Junk
Over Extended
Dunce
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In the mountains lie many cities and towns that slowly circle the drain. The natural resources that once promised industry barons infinite wealth no longer hold the same optimism as the centuries change. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
In these cases it is more like "Plaster to plaster and rust to rust."
This was once a steel foundry: sprawling, confusing and undoubtedly loud. It's still all of the above but, of course, there is no life and the confusion takes a completely different form as the years slowly roll by. Shockingly, this property lies alongside a public bike path that is not often used. In this part of town very few people have the inclination or the motivation to do something as recreational as bicycling.
On this day it was frigid and wet. The sky roiled with black clouds and the wind howled through the fragile skeletal roof. Solid and liquid precipitation battered against the corrugated walls, ripping great sheets of metal and rattling them so loudly at first we packed up and started to leave. It sounded more like an angry, territorial squatter wrenching open a welded door than I'm sure the actual noise would have been.
In between the bouts of wind, water from the roof would drip... drip... drip... onto the metal machinery inside. Alone in the dark and cold the ever-changing patter began to sound like the distant babble of voices. If my fingers had not been already so frozen from winter, they would have been numb with fear.
Skeleton Smile
Roadblock
No, Don't Go!
Turn the Loop
Toppled Junk
Over Extended
Dunce
Thanks for looking in. Feedback always welcome.
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Cuong
That drawer shot was marred by a huge raindrop on my lens that I didn't see until too late. If ya didn't notice it, then whew!
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drawers with all kinds of hardware stuff in them. A treasure trove for the
youngsters
Nice work. Especially the welder's gear.
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While I enjoyed the photos, your writing is fantastic!
While I aspire to do better with a pen, I'm glad I don't write as well as you do. If I could write as well as you, I would never have picked up a camera. :cry
Sam
Thank you Sam, that is a huge compliment!!
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My grandfather(-in-law) had a workshop that sounds very similar to your uncle's. I never grew up being around a place like that but even 5 years ago I was fascinated by all of the... stuff. I know that when he passed away Z got some very old vintage tools from him.
Part of me thinks of that book Dangerous Book for Boys. I imagine workshops like that are a lot more fun when you're small and genetically predisposed to building things.
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Cheers
Dave
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Nikon D3 and a bunch of nikkor gear
that has added up over the years :wink
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These are brilliant! I love the colors in the “exit” photo. Very nice. <img src="https://us.v-cdn.net/6029383/emoji/thumb.gif" border="0" alt="" >
Disregarding the lump I may get... any one of these photos by itself would be, well, a "nice" photo. But, set up the series in a gallery and put an exhibition program in my hand that had your prose, and I'd be there for the day, going through every detail, over, and over.
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PS - did you happen to catch a glimpse of any celebrities while you were there?
Also...needs more groupshot!
And why yes of course I did see a celebrity that day! Here he is. I was still trying to choke that awful taste of mole beer out of my throat.
We also saw this vagrant at our table. Where'd he think he was, some Victorian tea house?
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