Archive for October 2011

Urban Decay: Old Shed & Farm Machinery   Leave a comment

Stumbled across this gem on the way to a portrait shoot.

 

 

 

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Posted October 27, 2011 by alysonwright in Uncategorized

Day in the Life: Shadowing Billy Weeks   Leave a comment

So I headed up to Ringgold, Ga. yesterday to shadow freelance photographer Billy Weeks. We shot Heritage High School’s Senior Night football game against Southeast Whitfield High School. It was an awesome experience. Here’s a little preview, more to come later:

 

 

 

 

Posted October 23, 2011 by alysonwright in Uncategorized

Urban Decay: Locked   Leave a comment

Sometimes, the places people tell me about sound so cool, and I get so excited to go shoot them.

And then…I get this instead:

And, since I’m not so keen on getting arrested for trespassing, or, you know, jails in general, I decided to let this one go.

Posted October 21, 2011 by alysonwright in Uncategorized

Urban Decay: Country Farm, Part 2   Leave a comment

Here’s part two of my adventure in a field on a back country road where I stumbled across a decaying farm, complete with barn, livestock corral, and really nice light.

The barn, tucked back behind a copse of pecan trees:

 

Did you notice that funny rust-drowned object in the lower right? Well, that’s a dumped refrigerator. Kinda eerie.

 

 

Another barn, farther back:

 

 

The frame and wheels of some type of abandoned vehicle, buried in a briar patch:

 

 

I’m assuming the pulley at the top was used to hoist hay bales up into the loft:

 

 

My best guess is that this is an old water basin. Maybe?

 

Urban Decay: Country Farm   Leave a comment

Stumbled across this little gem on a backroad with a friend the other day. If there are two things I have an abnormal fixation towards, they are: abandoned colonial buildings and late afternoon light.

The entire backside of the house had collapsed, so the windows were now on the ground.

 

I put one foot onto the rotting floor inside and it made an awful groaning sound, so I figured I’d use some of that common sense people keep talking about and shoot the incredible stone fireplace from a hole in the outside.

 

Nearly stepped on this broken glass mug hidden in the overgrown grass and wildflowers of the surrounding field. Not really sure if this is historical, or just a testament to this little farm as a haven for rural juvenile delinquency…

 

This farm had several more buildings tucked further back in the woods, so more to come next week on those…

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