
A burned down biker bar on the shore of Chesbro led to missing walls and an empty lake. It was a place I went to many times until it was torn down. One time I was there and I saw a ghost. If you want the full story, you can ask me. Otherwise, this was a place where I did many photographic projects for school and for myself. These are also some of the first black and white photographs I developed myself. Still learning...


After taking my photographs around the area or or certain sections, I began to focus more on what only a frequent observer would notice. I took pictures, mainly macro, of small sometimes unidentifiable things to try and remove them from the entirety of the picture to give them a spotlight of pattern or curiousity. This is something I really enjoy doing and what I consider to be my "thing" or whatever you want to call it that I focus on when I photograph.




2 comments:
OK, I'm asking. Did the ghost wear a frighteningly expressionless plastic mask? Just asking.
Your father wasn't there, Dev.
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