It's a hot, lazy Sunday, which seems like a good time for browsing through livejournal communities dedicated to photos of peacefully rusting machines, quietly crumbling buildings, and similar modern ruins:
The photographers are all amateurs, so the quality (to the slight extent I can judge) is quite variable, but many manage to capture the suggestion of sunset and sadness, of unhappy stories brought to a close, which fascinates me about such scenes. Some of these photos, in fact, seem as good as, say, those in Terry Evans's book on the former Joliet Arsenal, Disarming the Prairie, bringing to mind the words of the poet:
These are the halls of the dead, where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.— But I see I'm getting melodramatic, and it's just too hot and sticky and still to sustain that.
Posted at July 30, 2006 14:59 | permanent link