Must have seemed like it would go on forever, whatever it was. Seems like it still might do that but not in the way man intended. Somethings simply go back to nature in their own time.
Time
Time and tide? What was this place? Why does it sit unused when in many other places it would be prime real estate-on the corner, parking in the back, high ceiling, view of the water. Might have been a restaurant, maybe – hell, I don’t know. There was no one around to ask when I took the photograph. It feels like waiting to me; something that once was, now waiting to become what it will be when the elements align and someone new brings the story of their own journey into the empty space.
In the Weeds
I saw this as a flash of blue on a grey day. It is a runabout, possibly left as an emergency way to get across the inlet. Maybe it is simply abandoned to the weeds and weather, a forgotten element in someone’s summer. Maybe it is sculpture or a reference to Moses and the Nile . Whatever, the color caught my eye and the story filled in as I was shooting it. Less a story and more like possibilities I suppose, but then again, that seems to be the way it is for me when I have a camera and nothing I need to shoot for someone else.
I was looking at it later when I realized that I thought it looked better in black and white. I think that it leaves more to the imagination, a complicated idea for me. I’ll have to think more about that. I didn’t see it in black and white. It was the color that pulled my eye to it. But I think it must be the story that drives my inclination to publishing it in black and white. What do you think?
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