Even ghosts need homes, don’t they? Disconcerting as it may be in a windblown, nearly deserted western town, this miniature house and its strange surroundings have drawn me back on several occasions as I try to understand the place they occupy in the world.
I haven’t posted much from Tough Hands for a while; it’s tough to make more during the school year. I’m hoping that will change during the holidays.
That said, this piece reflects the notion of commitment in ranching life; it is a metaphor depicting “for better or for worse, in life and in death” on myriad levels.
Goodbye, Autumn. You really put on a show in 2013, and we’ll miss you as you begin to… leave. (pun intended)
Well, it’s that time of year again for me. Ph.D. work is ramping up–papers and research–so I’ll be cutting back the posts to once a week again for a while. I have little time to shoot during the fall semester.
Thus, this image of the progression of lines and spaces present in the Holstein, Nebraska, post office is it for this week. I enjoyed the notion of decay coupled with a vague reference to the colonnades of the Parthenon, hinting at the decay of yet another once-mighty empire: the U.S. Postal Service.
The Holstein, Nebraska post office is unlike many I’ve ever seen. Flowers racks under the windows. Painted Nebraska crimson and cream. Vaguely Romanesque in its pillories and faux pediment. And like the Roman Empire in 300 C.E., embraced by a slow and inevitable decline toward memory.