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A row of grain silos with a partly cloudy sky in South Dakota, featuring 'BROCK' branding on each silo.
Just an ordinary storage unit, but I was struck by the bold orange door, the contrasting colors, the horizontal and vertical lines, and the mid-day shadows.
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The sun is setting and the shadows begin to creep up the walls of these small structures. They sit on farm land and are used as storage units. The light over my shoulder is warm and intense from the sun. The old, rustic red paint on the tiny snow covered barns is given life and look intense with color. Seconds later, they seem old again and the red becomes a dull brown. Color is amazing.
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Tiburon Net Depot, Marin County, Northern California, USA.
Eye, camera, flower, soccer ball ...
At the storage facility where all our stuff is :(((
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By the way...Hurricane Florence pretty much blew around us. Some wind, some rain, but made it through with no loss of power or tree limbs. Unfortunately those to the south in North Carolina didn’t fare as well.
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after procrastinating for over a month since back here in SF, i finally went to my storage unit. this is where i packed away most of my relatively meager but personally valuable life-stuff for ..... "the time being".
for those who don't know, i left the SF bay area after 23 years and have moved back
to my birthplace, pittsburgh pa. in short, i needed to leave SF mostly due to
a heartbreak i couldn't "get over" after 2+ years. i needed to go back to pittsburgh
for one thing to be with family again after decades away. this is a trial run.
i'm taking it 6 months at a time. i have no idea where i should be, will be.
i am dislocated ... for the time being.
meanwhile, i discovered 2 reasons for my procrastination:
1) i could not go through these belongings without at least 1 or 2 other people
to take everything out piece-by-piece just to look through the stuff;
and
2) upon opening only a few of these visible boxes, i came across some
big things that brought tears to my eyes:
- wigs and costumes from long-gone glorious, powerful years on stage;
- books and records that held great significance during particular points
along the long and winding way;
and a few little things that made me full-on cry for the first time in months:
- delicate, exquisite perfume bottles gifted me by my ex over the years;
- tiny stuffed animals representing some of our travels and
"you had to be there" moments;
- a "magic box" from the first day we met, filled with mementos
from our first year ...
i stopped there, washed over with emotional fatigue. it was just ... too ... much ...
that bag there in front on the cement? this is the sum total of what i could deal with -
more from my collection of sunglasses.
i'm not looking for heaven, nor trying to avoid hell.
been to both, and will be again - as is true for all.
they're metaphors, part and parcel to being alive.
i just want to find home again,
here, now, in this life,
on this earth.
June 9, 2016. The Brussels canal zone. In between Rainy Days and Mondays, a window opened up. She looked through it, while he stared into a mirror that had his back. Wave upon wave of lies and pretense hung about their heads. When the air stirred, it clamored for truth, justice, and revelation. To no avail: the shutters remained tightly shut.
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This isn't the postcard view of San Francisco; it's the working, breathing, and mysterious side of the waterfront, captured at the quiet cusp of night. The photograph plunges you into a dramatic, low-light scene along the Embarcadero, likely near one of the old working piers or warehouse areas. The atmosphere is immediately captivating—a mix of deep shadows and harsh, focused electric light that carves the space into sharp planes. The overall mood is definitely moody, almost cinematic, feeling less like a simple snapshot and more like a carefully set scene from a crime thriller or a neo-noir film.
The composition uses the long, straight road as a stark leading line, pulling the eye from the foreground, where the wet asphalt gleams and reflects the scattered light, all the way back into the darkness. On the left, a long, low-slung building complex is the main source of illumination. Its brightly lit facade contrasts dramatically with the heavy, industrial architecture of the overhead trusses and metal framing, which are barely visible, blending into the darkness above. The light catches the subtle details: the texture of the pavement, the faint lines of parking spaces, and the wet sheen left by earlier rain or coastal moisture.
On the right side, the scene shifts to raw infrastructure. Here, the shadows are deepest, concealing large utility boxes, industrial machinery, and pipes that climb the side of the building. This contrast between the modern, glass-and-steel facade on the left and the raw, grimy utility area on the right is what defines the character of the image—it’s where commerce meets the gritty reality of a working port. Even a small detail like the solitary car receding into the distance adds to the narrative, suggesting movement and perhaps a shift change, emphasizing the late hour. The lighting is key; it’s an artificial warmth, almost amber, that fights against the deep, cold blue of the night, giving the entire streetscape a palpable sense of isolation and high contrast. This photo is a quiet, powerful moment of urban solitude, capturing the industrial beauty of the city's underbelly after the day's traffic has subsided and the structures are left alone with their shadows and secrets. It’s a compelling look at the architecture of utility and the loneliness of the urban edge.
Slowly, our house renovation is progressing. A sure sign was that we are emptying the small storage unit we temporarily rent. And a storage facility half an hour before corona curfew is great FDT hunting ground.
Always a lot to do, but on the way back from errands in town, I stopped off at our storage unit- we are SO close to having it emptied out! I moved a few more things. Hopefully I can close this down before the start of next month!
Taken for the Jules' Photo Challenge Group:
The August 2015 Photo Challenge is a month long, black & white challenge that will consist of 1 photo per day. Each photo must pertain to something that happened in your life on that day- an event you attended, a person who had an impact on you, an object that played some role in your day.