Showing posts with label decay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decay. Show all posts

Monday, November 30, 2009

Once

Detail of the headlamp assembly of the BMW.

Luck

As luck would have it, on the same farm as the tractor, was an abandoned BMW. I'm not a fan of BMWs (with very rare exceptions) but this one just seemed to belong where I'd found it. Some surface rust but it looked ready to tackle the open road once again, if only someone would.

Idea

This was the tractor in its original colour, the nose logo too faded to be a detail properly, but the overall impression still worked. The keys were still in it, as it waiting for the owner to return it to use soon.

Tractor

I love old decayed things. They have a sense of history about them, a presence that isn't equalled in the modern age. Thus I'm always on the lookout for wrecks, ruins or abandoned things on my photography jaunts. I was especially lucky with this tractor and made several shots and several scenes with it.

Farm

Some weekends ago, with a nice day, I went in search of something to shoot and chanced across a series of small farms. The next few images are from those farms.
Given the sunny and warm(ish) day, contrasting with the age of the farms, I've adjusted in colour profiles accordingly to fit with the mood I felt each image should convey. Let me know what you think.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Detail

Just a detail of the many marble columns dotting the land. Virtually all of the marble I touched is rough and pitted, betraying the lack of upkeep, and yet, underneath the rot and decay, the beauty is still there.

Ozymandias

I want to point out that this is not the mansion I found, this is just the stables, which should give you some idea of the imensity of the area.
The stables were not behind the mansion, but rather a good 1/4 mile away nearly hidden by overgrowth.
I am not often at a loss for words, but the sheer scope of the area (after some reasearch it turned out the original land encompassed nearly 1000 acres) coupled with the magnitude of the decay completely shocked me. All I could think about as I wandered the forgotten lands and buildings, was Percy Shelley's poem about Ramesses the Great.
The most famous line from that work is "Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"