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Are we concerned that cemeteries and abandoned buildings talk to me? I’m not, so don’t worry your pretty head. Just enjoy my favorite shot of the day.
It’s incredible what the iPhone can do. Not just the iPhone I suppose. I don’t even carry a point-and-shoot any more. Seems silly.
This isn’t the most inspiring picture for me. But I can’t get over that this guy fought in the Revolutionary War and to this day, is still recognized by the living, as a Son of the American Revolution. Somebody put that flag there way before Memorial Day.
This next one is another favorite, and my apologies if you’ve already seen it on Facebook. If you haven’t, maybe you’ll consider hitting the ‘like’ button on my Facebook page. {*cough* shameless plug *cough} There’s a handy link. Over there. On the left. And up a ways.
I’ve just read the Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I highly recommend it. As my mind and I wandered, Nobody Owens and those who reared him were definitely lurking around corners.
I really thought I’d move on from the Zombie thing by now. {If I’d had my head screwed on straight I would have planned for a month or two of this, or even just changed the blog’s theme, because, let’s face it, this is what I love, and, well, I have hundreds, maybe thousands, of photos – and they’re not going away any time soon. Hi, my name is Michele and I’m an obsessive collector of Zombie photos.}
I swear, I have all these great, shiny photos I’d love to show you of interiors and kids. Yes, folks, I said kids. Tons of great kid pictures, and they’ll surely be grown before you see them. And a few more Stand-ins laying around.
But here we are. The universe of Zombies keeps dragging me back in. Leigh for sure wants to address the Zombie movie front, so I have to hit up the Netflix. I’ve been hearing about what they’re calling Zombie mortgages. And I’m reading a book where they are currently drinking Pink Zombie vodka cocktails – which I am desperately trying to find with the Google to no avail because that just sounds awesome.
So here you go. Here are some of my Abandoned Relics. I chose these because they look like they’re coming for you. Like the Zombies.
When nature takes over and starts to reclaim a building is when things get really interesting. Found objects get sucked back into the earth and colors like you might find deep sea diving emerge out of no where.
You know, I had no idea that Abandoned Factory Week here at Sequined Asphault Studio was going to turn into Zombie Week. But the truth is, now that I’ve got Zombies on the brain (oops), I don’t know how I never saw it before!
So I’m just going to go with it. Right now, I’m listening to Glee’s “Thriller/Heads will Roll” mash-up. A seriously fantastic performance – sorry I couldn’t find the video to go along with the audio. Hi, my name is Michele and I can’t get enough Glee. Never. Enough. Glee. And apparently Zombies.
Now that we’ve hit a few of my favorite things and how they relate to Zombies, Zombie habitat photography and Glee, we might as well round this post out with another big favorite Zombie pastime, knitting. Just kidding. You can’t knit for Zombies. That’s absurd! Reading. Here are some of the best Zombie books I’ve read (and I’m always looking for something new to read so feel free to help me add to this list):
Cell Stephen King
Pride, Prejudice and Zombies Seth Grahame-Smith
The Zombie Survival Guide Max Brooks
World War Z Max Brooks
And Miz Hines, who is completely knackered from jet lag, but is pretty much the biggest Zombie literature aficionado around, was kind enough to add her expertise to my meager list:
(World War Z ‘is one of the best books ever’ – although this was on my list already and I nixed a couple of other repeats from above I felt I needed to re-list this one because of her heartfelt commentary – the girl reads A LOT of books, so if she says ‘best book ever’ I wouldn’t take that lightly)
The Walking Dead comic book series
Home Delivery a short story by Stephen King
The Living Dead 2 anthology
Your turn. {brains… brains… brains… brains…}
Here are a couple of images from a quick trip to the old Wire Mill in Georgetown, Connecticut. Some day, some developer or other will likely succeed in converting this into a mixed-use project with condos and some office space. But right now it’s a decaying piece of the past constantly evolving and being reclaimed by nature.
As I look back at these pictures today, I can only reference this book recommended to me by CawfeeGuy. I totally want to tell you the name because it was a great read. But if I tell you the book’s name, then I can’t also tell you that it was a SURPRISE ZOMBIE NOVEL! How cool is that?! I mean, who knew? Seriously, somewhere around page 135, a full 3/4 of the way through the book, SURPRISE! ZOMBIES!!
Thanks, CawfeeGuy.
Part of me was kind of cringing as I zoomed in to edit these photos. Maybe, just maybe, a decaying body or two would lumber at me, arms out, and yell, SURPRISE! ZOOOOOMBIES… brains… brains… brains… brains…
There’s been an insane amount of snow this season. And it’s still here. When the snow comes down and you are snug at home it is glorious. Not so much for my friends that risk life and limb dragging their asses through treacherous conditions. I’m one of the lucky ones that doesn’t have to leave home if I’ll likely not make it alive to my workplace, and for that I am grateful. But that’s not what this is about. On those snow days, seemingly everyone is posting these other-worldly shots of their yards and trees or whatever view of the storm they find pleasing at that moment. I tend to post pictures of Chewie eating his way out of a snow bank.
Well where are those ‘backyard’ photographers now? Now, when feet of snow still remain lining every block. And it’s covered in muck and gunk and ash. On a 48 degree day like today it melts into disgusting puddles of pollution that coat every surface. I am completely grossed out. Funny, though – I can wander around in abandoned buildings for hours, stepping over decomp of one animal or another, dodging piles of pigeon dung that’s been accumulating for years. And the peacefulness and beauty of the place overcomes me. The long forgotten becomes magical and there’s never enough time to capture the colors and textures through my lens. Never mind the plastic covers on all my gear and people. But get a little dirt on my boots at lunch and I’m ready to throw a tantrum.
Some shots from a recent project I’m working through for a series and new fine art site. Stay tuned…
