Found an abandoned mineral processing plan on Hwy 421 in Johnson Country Tennessee. This control panel had a lot of cool textures, shapes and tonality. A nice urbex find.
Cheers,
C. S.
When originally built, I suspect this barn was used to maintain a variety of crops for the family and local community. Now the barn is only used to store a tractor, used to cut grass now growing in former crop fields. These old barns and family farms are quickly disappearing from the rural American landscape.
Cheers,
C. S.
Driving the backroads usually has a payoff for the adventurous, but patient photographer. This tobacco barn was a welcomed reward after a long dry spell traveling through rural Ashe Country, North Carolina last fall.
Cheers!
C. S.
The light in this stairwell at the Moses H. Cone mansion on the Blue Ridge Parkway made me think about “ray tracing”. Its a computer animation rendering algorithm that simulates the path particles of light take from the source angle as they bounce off various surfaces. I’m also reminded of Bob Heist’s lesson in Basic Photography at Randolph Community College back in the early 80s – “the angle of reflection is equal to the angle of incidence”.

During my 2021 fall foliage expedition in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina, I followed a trail down under this bridge on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It’s interesting to see the architectural features of the bridge integrated into the surrounding rocky mountainous landscape.
This composition represents two aspects of my experience as a photographer. First it shows my photographic “seeing” of what I feel is a cool composition with a lot of visual interest. Secondly, it’s quite typical of my experience whenever I have my camera and I’m walking with my family. Always in the rear snapping away, followed by a scurried attempt to catch backup. Sound familiar?
Season’s Greetings!
C. S.
While I love the weathered textures, rust and other features of decay, photographing an abandoned old house can bring mixed feelings. There are melancholy thoughts of needless decline. Why was this home neglected and forgotten? But there is also an appreciation of the effort and sacrifice spent in building the home. Lives were lived here, perhaps a family’s, it was their home.
There is peace found in the acceptance of impermanence as part of the cycle of life. There is after all, beauty in decay.
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