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This leaf is almost a skeleton but is still hanging on! I also like the deep reds of its neighbor leaves.
Looking up at the slow process of a mortuary pole returning to nature, with moss and salal bushes growing on the top, S'Gaang Gwaii, Haida Gwaii, BC.
23/08/2021 www.allenfotowild.com
This picture is quite different from everything else that I have been doing lately, which is, to me, refreshing. At this point in my life, everything is a matter of synthesis. All of the thoughts, experiences, and impressions of my life are being accumulated and fused into a single system, into a single being. I feel a connection to my past (my ancestry in my body, my skin, my movements), a connection to the world around me (my sense of self disintegrating into a bigger picture), and a connection to the future (my vision for what is to come flying away from me, out of reach).
This photo went through several stages of being, and at one point I even threatened to burn a hole in it, so as to add text and a more literal perspective. I had a lit match in my hand, this photo in the other, and was about to bring the two together when suddenly my subconscious screamed for me to stop. I always complain about when an artist's "message" becomes too obvious, when it overpowers the creation. An artwork's message is, I think, an entity that should always be left subjective to the viewer, and to add text to this particular image would only serve to defeat that purpose.
i actually have no idea what this is haha. i had a concept planned with the feathers, but since they're probably the hardest prop EVER to work with, the photo didn't turn out how i wanted it to during post-processing. i have decided that this will be my last somber, blue-toned picture for a long time because spring is coming and i need some color and happiness in my life and my work!
this week has been awful so far, there's been so much schoolwork along with stress about pretty much everything in my life. i'm wondering if i'm ever going to have time to breathe before summer break.
I've been photographing this tree for a long time. Originally, it was still barely alive. Now slowly disintegrating.
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On a late fall afternoon the near ruins of a large red barn sit in silence. If you look at different aspects of the barn itself it is like looking at a roadmap of disuse, disintegration and years of a farmer striving to keep the barn functional.
The loss of working doors and intact windows are often the first signs a barn has topped the hill of time and is on its way down. Many farmers who were the original owners of a barn blanch a couple of decades later at the skyrocketing costs of re-shingling, especially when they get estimates on wood shingles.
When stressed for money and time, covering a barn roof with metal panels is helpful for a time but soon rust and wind take their toll. When part of a roof caves in, the end of usefulness is nigh unless someone coughs up thousands of dollars to repair.
If I had to photograph a barn that mimics my own life as I near the end of my 70s, it might look a lot like this one. Most of us who are old remember the signs of deterioration we saw in our own parents. For farm boys, we had front seats especially to our father’s changes.
When I was in my early teens and unfortunate to be caught at home when my older brothers were out fooling around somewhere, my dad would yell for me when he was fixing a piece of machinery. He had an old 4-row John Deere cultivator that was attached by a long hollow 4” iron bar on each side of the tractor near the front.
He spent a considerable amount of time repairing this heavy implement and often changed the field cultivator Sweeps that broke up soil and weeds between rows. It was heavy and awkward to move.
Hence, the loud call for help that I could not ignore from the comforts of an easy chair in the house. He wanted help lifting the cultivator off the ground a foot or so to gain room to work on the lower sections. I marveled at his physical strength as he could lift a horse if he had to.
Once in a while when helping him I would act like I was lifting, grunts and all, just to see if it made any difference if I did not actually lift. It didn’t.
But, the years quickly passed and it was not long before he no longer could lift like he once did. Slowly but surely other tasks needing feats of strength ceased and by the time I realized what was happening a few years later, he walked slowly with a painful limp as he headed into the house after a short work day outside.
Today, I know clearly the physical struggles he went through even though he endured without complaint.
My wife doesn’t think I inherited that last trait.
(Photographed in Kanabec County, MN)
This entrance to the house looks like a mud room. A place where you stop to remove your muddy boots or shoes before entering the cinderblock house. I doubt there are hardwood floors inside that need to be protected from wet boots.
However, I can’t figure out what else that strange entrance could have been for.
Of course, now are aren’t many windows or even a full roof so it is a moot point. It doesn’t look like siding was used to cover the plywood either. It looks like it was just painted white.
I’d love to know the history of some of these old places.
Taken off a back road in the Northern Neck of Virginia.
Clothes hanging from the ceiling, antique chairs and televisions untouched for years and a bed covered in rotting wood dust. All of this exposed to the elements through a rotting roof, this house somewhere in Ontario, Canada is literally disintegrating one day at a time.
©James Hackland
Sorry for posting and running - I haven't been feeling too well for the past couple of days. I've got a fever one minute and am freezing cold the next!
I'm going back to my sickbed for now, but I'll try and catch up with everyone over the weekend...
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The act or process of disintegrating or the state of being disintegrated: such as the breaking down of something into small particles or into its constituent elements.
Some days just leave you feeling as if you are falling apart.
Salal (Gaualtheriqa shallon), a culturally important berry-bearing plant to the Haida people as a source of food and medicine, grows on a disintegrating mortuary pole, K'uuna Llnagaay (Skedans), Haida Gwaii, BC. A century ago, the shoreline would have contained a dense thicket of salal, seedling trees and other vegetation that we would have had to fight our way through to get into the woods, which would have been packed with with ferns, berry bushes, shrubs, and small trees. Now, the deer have destroyed everything within reach. The salal growing on this pole has survived only because it was out of reach of their rapacious appetite.
11/07/2021 www.allenfotowild.com
I was walking to school a few months ago when I stumbled across a dead cicada on the sidewalk. The wing was already detached, so I just picked it up and brought it home with me. I thought that I might as well put it to use before it disintegrates.
clancy warner fragile existence
(these figures made of wax, wood, and cloth mounted on a steel internal frame were designed to disintegrate, and have disintegrated, in the harsh environment of the eastern ranges)
10th palmer sculpture biennial, eastern mount lofty ranges, south australia
The edge of an old oil container which has been left for decades in the woods to rust. It's now a home for all sorts of little creatures.
For Macro Mondays "rust" theme.
Prints available via my website, www.tommilton.co.uk
Wrecked fishing boats beached on shore at Salen. Not to be confused with the Salen in my previous shot on the Ardnamurchan Peninsular, this is another settlement of the same name on the Isle of Mull, Scotland. It is on the east coast of the island, on the Sound of Mull, approximately halfway between Craignure and Tobermory.
The full name of the settlement is 'Sàilean Dubh Chaluim Chille' (the black little bay of St Columba). I’ve stopped here on a couple of occasions to look at these old boats. Every time we stop they seem to have disintegrated further. If you search other online photos you can see them with their wheel houses intact.
Tripod mounted 3 exposure hdr, pp with acr, raya pro 3, photoshop and topaz de-noise. Fuji X-T2 & 14mm f2.8 @ f16,average expo 1/4 sec ISO 200. Taken in Nov 2017.
Williamstown #4
(#1 and introduction to series: www.flickr.com/photos/tengtan/3094072785/ )
Picking up the sequence from #2: www.flickr.com/photos/tengtan/3096511429/ , a close look at the iron steps up the large storage tank from another viewpoint. I wonder how secure the structure is and how long before it disintegrates with constant exposure to the salt sea air.
Taken with the EF 50mm f/1.4 USM prime lens, once more pressed against the wire fence.