Lance Laurence
Deceived Innkeeper #1
Normally I let my pictures stand for themselves. But this needed a bit of backstory. This was the innkeeper at a local bed and breakfast on his last night before his departure. Offered a job from the comfort of the states, it sounded like a dream come true. Manage a hotel by the beach, in sunny Costa Rica. For your trouble get a roof over your head and $800 a month and you'll be on one of the world's best beaches through the dreary winter months. Sounds like a great deal before the reality sets in. Come to find out its in a remote part of town with nary a human nearby. Dealing with the local politics and people ripping you off left and right as you try to renovate to get ready for the tourist season. The sticky hot solitude with no AC to offer any respite form the sweltering suffocation. The corroded Macbook from the damp salt air. Daily life offers two options, keep the windows open for some airflow and find yourself swarmed by jungle insects or stay boxed in and let the stuffiness, humidity and temperature build while your sanity wanes. Finding out the man who started the hotel died in the room you are now occupying. Feeling a "presence" dragging you down. I was trying to capture all of this in the two images of this series. That's why we find his face obscured in shadows as he was lost to his own shadow. The tilted horizon line is suggestive of the world being turned askew from his time as the charge of the Inn. He made it halfway through the 6 month stint he had signed up for.
Deceived Innkeeper #1
Normally I let my pictures stand for themselves. But this needed a bit of backstory. This was the innkeeper at a local bed and breakfast on his last night before his departure. Offered a job from the comfort of the states, it sounded like a dream come true. Manage a hotel by the beach, in sunny Costa Rica. For your trouble get a roof over your head and $800 a month and you'll be on one of the world's best beaches through the dreary winter months. Sounds like a great deal before the reality sets in. Come to find out its in a remote part of town with nary a human nearby. Dealing with the local politics and people ripping you off left and right as you try to renovate to get ready for the tourist season. The sticky hot solitude with no AC to offer any respite form the sweltering suffocation. The corroded Macbook from the damp salt air. Daily life offers two options, keep the windows open for some airflow and find yourself swarmed by jungle insects or stay boxed in and let the stuffiness, humidity and temperature build while your sanity wanes. Finding out the man who started the hotel died in the room you are now occupying. Feeling a "presence" dragging you down. I was trying to capture all of this in the two images of this series. That's why we find his face obscured in shadows as he was lost to his own shadow. The tilted horizon line is suggestive of the world being turned askew from his time as the charge of the Inn. He made it halfway through the 6 month stint he had signed up for.