More pictures from my travelling about.
The basement of an long abandoned sock factory. I had to do some truly hardcore trespassing for this one. To get to the one place I could enter unseen, I had to ford a creek, climb a small cliff, trek through a little forest, then find a spot to slip underneath the 12 foot tall cyclone fence that surrounded the building. It was a fun trip up until I found the huge blocks of asbestos with all biohazard stickers slapped on them.
One of my first good night shots, taken with my first semi-decent camera capable of doing so: a Sony DSC-H1. I think this picture is what started my continuing film noir horror pretentiousness.
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, the works wrought by human hands ever fleeting. Also, I almost got busted for this picture, so you better ******* appreciate it.
One of the first shots taken with my then brand new Nikon D80. I really, really, really wish I had the 10MP original of this one. You could see all the individual stars floating in the sky, fading gently the closer they got towards the gradient along the horizon. The individual twigs on the individual branches were clear, and presented in stark detail. It was the one picture that most spoke to me. One that said...
...I was completely and totally justified in blowing $1200 on a camera. Cuz that's awesome. Shame the conversion ruined most of the detail.
For a picture I took at random without any real forethought, I thought it turned out pretty good.
COLOR? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?
Man. Looking back at these old pictures makes me want to come out of retirement and take a few more. It's been at least 2-3 years since I last went out to take pictures, and I'm kinda starting to miss the whole joy of it all. I might head out and see what I can find this weekend.