Tiny Series.

Another day closer to the inevitable... I got a letter today that states "in the next sixty day, more of us URS folks will be laid off". No one (of course) knows who will be gone, but I may be on the block.

So as of Thursday, all that remains of my former work life is a file box, and what is sitting on top of it:


I went out to shoot some stuff on my last weekend of normalcy, and I got very few good pictures. Well, here are the only ones worth a damn:

More today

Well, seeing as I am going to be starting 3rd shift on Monday, I figured that I should go take some pictures. It took my mind off the impending doom for roughly 1/200 of a second. Fuck it… I will just work it, and take solace in having a job.

Anyway, onto the pictures that I took today… I once again drove around some back roads and found a few places. The light was not working with me, nor was the fact that I was always on the wrong side of the object that I wanted to shoot… Barbed wire, and no path and no way to get to where I wanted, I shot anyway. The results are mediocre, but I still had fun.

These were taken in a field on the northern border of Mossville:

The next couple were on a few miles away:

And lastly, a self portrait.

Yesterday I had to get away and take some pictures. Very few things are relaxing for me, and this is by far the best way for me to cheer up. Regina and I drove for a while heading north of Peoria, and turned off onto some random road. Five or ten miles up the road I saw this old ass farm.

This place was literally falling down. I don’t think anyone has touched it in many, many years. Well, seeing as there was not a “No Trespassing” sign posted, I figured that it was fair game. Oh, who am I kidding? I would have gone if there was a sign. I should say that I do not damage, disrupt, or desecrate any of the places I go. And with that, I have a clear conscience.

I would love to know when the last time the switch was thrown.

This is my favorite photo here. I can picture some old farmer out here beating on a broken piece of farm equipment. Whatever went on here, I like the end result.

And lastly, I was bored that night and ran downtown to take some more pictures. The only photo that came out right was the McLugage Bridge.

Today my friends, marks a glorious new day within the history of the world; today I started a blog spot. This blog is really noting but my photographs and thoughts. I will try to add a description of where I took the pictures, or at least a little what I think of the damned thing.

Since this is my first posting, I will be posting pictures that I have already posted on “Facebook”. Deal with it guys. Most of my pictures are of old buildings and pretty much dilapidated structures. I love the look of this type of thing. There is something that just grabs me when I see an old warehouse, or an old barn. I don’t know what it is, but I love to just walk around and find new stuff. Well, enough with my filler material, and onto the pictures.

This was taken about 30 miles north of Peoria. There is a wind farm there, and for some reason there is an access road leading to one of the generators. I guess it is there for people like me to drive up and take pictures? Who knows…

These were taken at Peoria’s warehouse district. There is nothing but run-down buildings, and more importantly, subject matter for me!