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Taken an hour down a dirt road, in the middle of nowhere somewhere past slab city, outside of Nilan,Ca by way of the Salton Sea.
Fort Hancock - Sandy Hook
Middletown Township, New Jersey
Sandy Hook is a barrier spit, approximately 6 miles in length and varying between 0.1 to 1 miles wide in Middletown Township in Monmouth County, along the Atlantic Ocean coast of eastern New Jersey in the United States. The barrier spit encloses the southern entrance of Lower New York Bay south of New York City. The Dutch called the area "Sant Hoek", with the English "Hook" deriving from the Dutch "Hoek" (corner, angle), meaning "spit of land".
Fort Hancock is a former United States Army fort at Sandy Hook, located in Middletown Township in Monmouth County, along the Atlantic coast of eastern New Jersey in the United States. This coastal artillery base played an important part in the defense of New York Harbor and played a role in the history of New Jersey. Between 1874 and 1919, Fort Hancock was operated in conjunction with the Army's Sandy Hook Proving Ground.
In 1893, Fort Hancock installed Battery Potter, the nation's first disappearing gun battery. It also was important for the defense of the vital New York Harbor throughout World War II, preventing the entrance of German submarines into the harbor. In the late 1950s Project Nike antiaircraft missiles were based there. Fort Hancock was decommissioned in 1974.
The fort and its small museum are managed as part of the Sandy Hook Unit of Gateway National Recreation Area, and is part of National Parks of New York Harbor unit of the National Park System.
Somewhere in the Southern California desert a few days ago while driving around with shadowplay. Taken at an abandoned trailer park type place against a trailer with a broken/boarded up window.
This is a sagging, interesting, very old structure. It sits, quietly disintegrating and, with its one remaining pane of glass, it patiently gazes at the newer building nearby.
Hopefully you aren't feeling this broken down this week. At the bottom of the hill where my Grammy lives is an old coal mine site...all of the buildings are crumbling and it is so sad. My Grandfather used to work here as the master electrician. Maybe we can find some beauty in it.
PER ONE FX R.I.P.
From our book book BROKEN WINDOWS: Graffiti NYC
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Maybe you might be interested in viewing this large and on black...
If this hoodie could talk, oh man. The stories it would tell. I got this hoodie when I was maybe.. 16? I bought a red one because everyone I knew had black or grey ones, and I was tired of it. This was before I started my whole "I'm only wearing red and black" phase, but it was definitely instrumental in that phase. The studs around the hood I added myself. I stole them (! From a store in my hometown run by a pervert), and put them all on by hand. Now, if you know nothing about studs, they're held on by little spikes that have to be bent over after being pushed thru the fabric. I didn't have pliers, so I bent them with my teeth. Each stud has 8 little spikes on it, and there are 48 studs on this hoodie. Needless to say, that wasn't the best idea. This hoodie became my trademark for so long. People didn't recognize me without it. People recognized me who didn't even know me, because of it. I was always at shows, hoodie on, hood up, camera out. I sewed the pockets back on when the seams broke.
I haven't worn it since I got this back in college. I was thinking last night about what to use for my submission to the 365 days Podcast Mini-Challenge for red, and this came to mind.
Not the exact shot I had worked out in my head, but since I've misplaced my remote, self portraits with my 50mm are hard to do. So I went in my backyard, and I found this.
Also, because I love this song, and I think it entails a lot about the love one can have for a hoodie, here's a link to a video.