Darkhorse
pointed and shot
I narrowly escaped Baltimore yesterday. I was actually on the last American Airlines flight out, maybe even the last flight out of the entire airport considering the lack of planes out on the tarmac and the departure screens stuffed with cancellations. Luckily I wasn't as hit as hard as others on the east coast.
I had Christmas with my wife's family in rural Maryland. It was lovely to see her family, and in all honesty you couldn't ask for better in-laws. We had a delicious Christmas ham, and had many drinks and laughs with plenty of music.
Having said that, the area where my wife is from is really a decaying and crumbling place. I've heard stories about how relatively prosperous things were way back 30 years ago. Now there's ghosts of the past; the collapsed roofs of failed business, abandoned houses being absorbed into the surrounding wood, empty foundations, and, of course, the memories.
The worst part about it is that the younger generation growing up there have nothing to do. Except either get pregnant, get high, or escape. The most shocking thing I saw there was someone actually smoking up hard drugs in the parking lot of the Wawa, a popular gas station convenience store. There the junkie was in the passengers seat, burning the foil while sucking it up with a straw. Luckily my wife left this place, and her brothers joined the Merchant Marines and can't wait to ship out again. They don't care where they go.
Photographing the ruins of the area was not my reason for being there of course, and I only got a few photos of this. I was there for my new family, and did enjoy their company.
I used my OM2, pretty much exclusively on aperture priority, and I mostly used the 28mm/ƒ3.5 lens. First 5 using Pan F Plus, the remaining with FP4 Plus.
The trail at Turkey Point
Overlooking the Chesapeake, a cold brutal wind coming from the bay was numbing.
Ice in the bay.
Looking into an abandoned house. There's still furniture inside.
Wide view of the rail bridge.
A closer view. If you look closely at the bottom right you'll see a dead deer.
My wife once lived in this house when she was small. Now the roof has collapsed, and vines run through the broken windows.
Walking to my mother in law's trailer on Christmas morning.
I had Christmas with my wife's family in rural Maryland. It was lovely to see her family, and in all honesty you couldn't ask for better in-laws. We had a delicious Christmas ham, and had many drinks and laughs with plenty of music.
Having said that, the area where my wife is from is really a decaying and crumbling place. I've heard stories about how relatively prosperous things were way back 30 years ago. Now there's ghosts of the past; the collapsed roofs of failed business, abandoned houses being absorbed into the surrounding wood, empty foundations, and, of course, the memories.
The worst part about it is that the younger generation growing up there have nothing to do. Except either get pregnant, get high, or escape. The most shocking thing I saw there was someone actually smoking up hard drugs in the parking lot of the Wawa, a popular gas station convenience store. There the junkie was in the passengers seat, burning the foil while sucking it up with a straw. Luckily my wife left this place, and her brothers joined the Merchant Marines and can't wait to ship out again. They don't care where they go.
Photographing the ruins of the area was not my reason for being there of course, and I only got a few photos of this. I was there for my new family, and did enjoy their company.
I used my OM2, pretty much exclusively on aperture priority, and I mostly used the 28mm/ƒ3.5 lens. First 5 using Pan F Plus, the remaining with FP4 Plus.
The trail at Turkey Point
Overlooking the Chesapeake, a cold brutal wind coming from the bay was numbing.
Ice in the bay.
Looking into an abandoned house. There's still furniture inside.
Wide view of the rail bridge.
A closer view. If you look closely at the bottom right you'll see a dead deer.
My wife once lived in this house when she was small. Now the roof has collapsed, and vines run through the broken windows.
Walking to my mother in law's trailer on Christmas morning.
