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| Dave Joern collects photographic images on what is becoming more of an "old school tradition" now - 35mm silver-based black and white films, and he says he's always watching out for that elusive framed area with the "perfect" texture, the "perfect" tone... | ||||||
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| The derelict sensation asked Dave why he was interested in images of dereliction. |
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A scene, an item, in and of themselves, although installed, built and used by humans can take on a completely altered character as the natural surroundings begin to blend into the scene. Man-made colors for the large part disappear, faded paint peels and crumbles, the wood and or iron below turn rust, brown, dark mossy green and the deepest rot blacks. What was once pretty and smooth begins to pit and crack. Capturing/framing that as a "portable piece" and shown apart from it's original whole, while keeping a sense of the aging, of the feel...that is the real challenge, the drive for me personally... There seems to
be a very real sense
of place no matter
the condition or
What is most eerie
is finding actual
printed or handwritten
notes, many still
tacked |
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We were taken by the empty sign photos. What interested you about that? |
While stumbling through a blocked off parking area behind shops (The Village, Houston Texas USA)...weeds growing up from every crack, concrete stops broken and scattered about.... I happened to glance up to check out the sky on this perfect day [Standard daypack set-up for a day like this...Nikon F2, maybe 2 lenses, 29A red filter...ummmm,...oh yeah, old Kodak plus-x or tri-x films, candy bars...] when there the sign was!! My very first thought, "Damn, how has that stayed up there for so long...!!? Everything worthwhile has been stripped away from this lot, and the old sign is still up... wild." Then I saw the contrast between the fluffy clouds and the hard edge of the weathered wood, curled paint. My shutter finger itchin' real good by now, my walking partner Beth thinking I'm daft.... who else wanders about staring at the sky, circling an old pole...? The final funny
thought is that there
is no way to tell
what the sign was
for |
And we were glad to have caught up with him… |
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