Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (11)
Chipka
The title fits perfectly and I often wonder: is there such a thing as too much of the Violent Femmes? This is such a cool, gritty, urban shot, and I love the fence spike thingamajig in the foreground, all de-centered; it anchors the picture. What really gets me though, is the compelling beauty that demolition seems to bring out...that and a sense of curiosity. You can see where, once, there were rooms...and now, you've only got paint-colors to go by. I wonder what stories that formerly-pale-blue room might be able to tell. Did juicy and salacious stuff go on in there, or was life just dull and pointless? One can only wonder, and this shot really opens up those possibilities. I like this a LOT.
blinkings
Love the Femmes. I have their 1983 self titled album playing in the car!
bmac62
I've been sitting here just staring...trying to come up with a story or two that might fit the lives that fribbled away their years here...nothing has come yet...maybe something will wake me up with a start in the early morning hours. I wonder if a person can connect with once resident vibes like that??? Interesting, haunting, even a little eerie...I like it!
mgtcs
This is another amazing photo, you capture all textures and mood excellently, precious one!
auntietk
I look at all those bricks and partial bricks and I think, "somebody should reclaim those." I don't know ... maybe it's just me. They have their own intrinsic beauty, and I hate to see them disappear!
kgb224
Stunning capture my friend. God Bless.
whaleman
What stories those walls could tell!
durleybeachbum
A shame it all goes to landfill. It is more attractive than some contemporary art installations.
flavia49
excellent story
dragonmuse
Not familiar with the song, but very interesting image. I think I would have named it Dust to Dust.
sandra46
interesting good-bye