After the fire died.

My first post when starting this blog dealt with the Historic Colver House, which burned down partially (and has now, since the posting of that blog, been demolished). While working on that location I was also trying to find a lone chimney, leftover from a house that burned down, which I had also seen while driving through Phoenix. I couldn't find it at that time but was planning to ride the bus back out to Phoenix to make photographs there this past friday. The night before, while hanging out with Jeri, she told me about another location in Ashland she had seen, with another lone chimney. . .

In the picture in my head I rode up to the chimney with my bike.

I focused on the weeds.

An old heater & my shadow.

Exploring. . .

My favorite of these by far. . . because it's creepy.

Upon completion of two rolls of film I was so excited that I hoofed my bike up to the photo shop and got them developed in the same day! Woot for being excited about photography.

Now it's time for an unabashed comment solicitation. Let me know what you think! If you are looking at this and don't have a blogger account, email me at balla@students.sou.edu. Just so I know that you stopped by. And if anyone wants email updates whenever I post something, let me know, because there is apparently an option for me to do that. (I wouldn't dream of doing something so obnoxious without your permission so please let me know!)

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I hoofed my bike up lower east main. I was looking for what she told me I would find. I saw this there. Indentations in the grass forming a path that must have been made by car tires rolling up to where the driveway had once stood. I looked at it through the camera lens. It looked nice. I made some photographs.

ok, so next time I cover "leftovers from the burn." promise.

Living in abandoned trailers.

Yeah, so I miss being at burning man alot. So what? (Inside joke)

For this, my most recent photographic event, I made two whole rolls of film! (See how hard I'm trying to use non-violent oriented photographic language? It's hard. But Sapir-Wharf hypothesis, you know?)

My latest location actually offered me two subjects of environment. . .

Working backwards, these were taken in/around an abandoned trailer found in my latest location.

This frame will probably not make the final cut but it gives you an idea of the environment.

I really like this one. The lighting is dramatic. And it creeps Eva out. Always a good sign when photography makes someone shudder.

Eva liked all the layers in this one, the reflection in the window, the mountains in the distance seen through the door. It's something I probably wouldn't have thought about but I like it too. I also like that I'm looking at you. Creepy.

Much thanks to Jeri for telling me about this location. For those of you who haven't already, please note the "how can I help Amanda make photographs?" side bar on my blog.

I'm thinking of basing my thesis exhibition on ideas surrounding the theme of houses and home. Title: Living in abandoned houses. OR: Living in abandoned houses (ideas of home). Or something artsy like that.

That's the first installment from these rolls/location. Next time: the leftovers of the burn. . .

Next to the foundations.

While at home over the weekend I took pictures at the house I grew up in.

I took some shots under the back porch of the house, next to the foundation. I knew I wanted to photograph there but hadn't been there in a long time. I liked finding this old bicycle.

I also took pictures in the skeleton of our bathroom. I was attracted to this environment because it was exposed, hollowed out, revealing the bare bones underneath. . . and the light turned out beautifully.

Lastly I took some pictures in the basement storage room connected to my bedroom before I moved away. I arranged objects I found that all had the look I wanted-particularly my old doll house that grandpa dale made. I had taken interest in it as a child but never really fully furnished it.

In this last shot I am again taking pictures of myself as a young girl. I also think it is significant that I am taking pictures of myself in my childhood home, but a home stripped bare, or broken down, or forgotten remnants.

At Grey Gardens

My latest inspiration.








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