The finale, as it were.
The finale, as it were.
Another Monday another round of images. Things have been keeping me busy and these posts are a nice opportunity to slow down and reflect a bit.
More images from my recent visit to the Washington State Fair. I don’t know if I mentioned but there were lots of other photographers present. Some were obviously using photography as an adjunct to their enjoyment of the fair. Others, like the two older gentlemen with backpack, tripods, and a full kit…were also there for enjoyment, but photography was obviously paramount in their purpose. I fell into the former category. Rarely am I to be found without a camera, but except when engaged professionally it’s as an enhancement of the experience. I have a particularly abysmal memory for events and experiences (facts are quite the opposite). For me, photography also functions as a form of memento vivere that makes re-experiencing those moments easier. Or else they would be lost.
Upcoming, I will have some street photography to feature here on the blog. For the interested, a comparison can be made between these images and my style of “true” street photography.
So actually, that’s all there is for this series of images. Next post will be something completely different.
If I could draw or paint to any acceptable degree I probably wouldn’t be a photographer.
I’ve spent probably close to a year coming to grips with my color photographic work. I began with black and white film (Kodak Plus-X and Fuji Acros being favorites) and for a time really struggled with color work. Especially digital. I finally got to the point where I was comfortable enough…but if you are engaged in a creative pursuit you know “comfortable enough”, never is.
So I would work at it. I now think my color work is as strong as my black and white work. Usually.
At any rate, you can judge because the next post is all about some recent fine art work and features color in equal amounts to monochrome.
Finally we arrive at the last of the images from my early morning park walk. Had I been possessed of more time that morning I’m sure I could have found other subjects to point my lens toward. As it is I think it was a productive morning.
As a location Fort Steilacoom park attracts a lot of attention from local photographers who use it to stage engagement photos, birth announcements, senior photos, and so on. Can’t really blame them as it’s a good location (it would also make me a hypocrite).
One of the main features is a series of barns that are situated on the park grounds. One has been torn down due to deterioration but the others still stand as well as three silos.
The outer walls of the barn are marked with chalk by all these various photographers (I’ve never done this myself), with the result that taken out of context they become enigmatic ciphers. It’s interesting, to me at least, to take them even further out of context when photographing them for viewers who will likely be unaware of the meanings unless they’ve read this post.
Western State Hospital is one of the two state-run mental hospitals in the state of Washington. When it was first built it had facilities to be self-sufficient including its own farm. A ward was established on a hill near the farm that was known as Hill Ward. Eventually it was destroyed in a fire and never rebuilt. For a number of years local fire and rescue used the remnants of the building, some of the outer walls and remnants of the foundation, to run training. It was also a mecca for dissolute youths and saw more than its fair share of graffiti and trash. Eventually the city tore down the ruin and fashioned it into a memorial retaining the outline of the outer walls of the original facility and erected a memorial stone. Perhaps as you might expect the memorial too has been the recipient of its fair share of graffiti.