50 years ago: “Come on, grandson, let us go get a load of alfalfa cubes down to IFA (Intermountain Farmers Association).” I can imagine the old-timer hollering out loud as they load up in the truck. That same truck has been sitting there for fifty years now broken down and that grandpa, he’s been gone for twenty. Let’s not forget that life is short and we end up leaving our dreams and toys behind. This photo was shot with a specialty lens known as a Lensbaby which creates this unique blur affect. No it was not concocted in photoshop. It’s the real deal!
This shot was taken on my way to Area 51 a few years ago not long before leaving Utah and heading into Nevada. The desert is always more photogenic with the onset of bad weather which I call good weather if you are a shutterbug!
This felt quite strange through my viewfinder, almost paranormal? It’s the kinda of stuff that draws me in to take pictures. I don’t know how to interpret this, it’s just a hunch that I get!
This is the old west museum in Pioche, Nevada. The town’s a strange place full of Nevada ghost stories. There’s an old lady in her 80s that used to volunteer at the museum but she had passed away since my last visit to the town, and it was in the museum where she past away while on her shift. If you want to know more facts about Pioche, look through my picture archive, as it is one of my favorite destinations in Southern Nevada.
This was taken at the largest dwelling, Pueblo Bonito in Chaco Canyon National Monument located two hours south of Farmington, New Mexico. In it’s prime it was considered to be the cultural center of the Anasazi Empire which stretched from Southern Utah, all the way down into the heart of New Mexico. The ancestors of the ancient Anasazi are believed to be the modern Pueblo tribes located through-out the Southwest with the largest group being the Hopi in Northern Arizona.
One of several Great Basin highways traversing through Nevada and Utah. The road truly disappears into the horizon like a vanishing point. You could break down for several hours before getting help along this stretch. It’s not because nobody wants to help but you’re lucky to see a car or two coming down the road every 3-4 hours!
These old junkers are everywhere and they make the best car shots! Forget the car shows and all the fancy chrome. I prefer the junkers.
This is the same logic behind the old adage; “If it ain’t busted don’t fix it.”
For some reason, I like certain brands and stuff and i just photograph it whenever. Coca Cola is every where I go…
I know this is cliche but who gives a crap? I don’t. I love it. Gone are the days of washed-out film and tint-type photography but I still love the feel of the past. The more I have to face the troubles of this modern world the more I long for the old ways. I choose to be live simple.
Shot just south of Kanaraville, Utah, in Southern Utah on the roadside. I’m still amazed by the quality of the Micro Four Thirds format! The quality reminds me of Leica!
Was out taking pictures of rural decay in the town of Kanaraville, Utah and some paranoid crazy old-timer calls the cops on me. So anyways, they come, questioned me and went on their merry way. Haha… If you are on public ground, taking pictures of anything you can see through your lens is perfectly legal.
This would be an ideal place to live and raise a little family. It would be the perfect size, not too-over-the-top. My kids could grow up like my grandparents did. Being country means living simple, within in your means and not getting too materialistic. You’re life should be measured by the quality of your living, not the quantity of goodies, toys, and riches. Being happy is all about living within your means versus going overboard.