Shivers, shivers right up the spine looking at these rusting bars... I wonder what stories told the papers strewn on the floor ? What an excellent eye for these hidden dramas you have... And what murderers and thieves and rapists and junkies populated these barren halls, what innocent men... people like Hurricane Carter ? Roll on my friend roll on...
PS... Tom, you might enjoy taking a look at John's blog today, where he posted some shots from an old lunatic asylum in Norway... I'd be curious to hear your thoughts about that one...http://johnsfoto.blogspot.com/
Thanks, Owen. Your note made me thing of the modern classic, "Shawshank Redemption":Red: Why’d you do it?Andy: I’m innocent, remember? Just like everybody else here.Andy: What are you in for, Red?Red: Murder. Same as you.Andy: Innocent?Red: The only guilty man in Shawshank.
Some places we hit up are all about texture, shapes, repetitions of form but my favorites are those where light is the star of the day. The asylum John shot in Norway is just that. Fantastic. It's also worth noting that there are idiots everywhere with spray paint who are willing to desecrate the walls of abandonment. (sigh)