Remnants Of Authenticity #2

Remnants Of Authenticity #2 Guadalupita, New Mexico. Sometimes I come across a building and everything about it says authentic. In this case, tin roof and shadows, puttied in glass in the window frames and my guess is… a gas flue or perhaps a wood stove pipe not to code. New Mexico has no end of wonderful architectural details. The simplicity of this home intrigued and inspired me. Here’s another image from October. Thanks for looking. G

Remnants Of Authenticity #2

Remnants Of Authenticity #1

Remnants Of Authenticity #1. For the past 12 years I’ve been collecting images of architecture and building details, sometimes whole buildings in decay, more often than not, the tenuous details moments before it’s ultimate demise. So many of the buildings I’ve photographed have expired or are transitioning to rubble. Soon the old adobes will be interred from whence they came. A slightly raised mound, with scattered timbers will remain, as a reminder when the earth has reincarnated all the other elements. “Ashes to ashes dust to dust” … there’s a lot of coming and going in New Mexico! Stay tuned for more images. Thanks for looking. G

Remnants Of Authenticity #1

Through The Veil Of Decay

Through the veil of decay, two crosses. The irony here? This little chapel is undergoing a restoration. When I first visited the building many years ago, there was graffiti on the walls, inside and out, empty liquor bottles, remnants of a campfire and an invite from a few locals to “hang out”. I declined the offer and moved on. The restoration from the ashes of time, is a dedication, a reverence for the traditions by those involved, and makes a change from the alternative I encountered long ago, so prevalent in so many cases. Thanks for looking. G

Through the veil of decay two crosses

Potato Cellar, San Luis Valley, Colorado

Potato Cellar, San Luis Valley, Colorado. When I came across the abandoned cellar I saw many angles and compositions, but the one that struck me the most was the burlap potato sacks left hanging over a wire. Out of all the remnants left behind in this place these were the only objects that represented, singularly and collectively, the sole nature of this place. There were many more objects that informed me a little about the original purpose of the potato cellar, but these burlap sacks left me knowing it’s exact purpose. Upon encountering this grouping I made a picture which conjured up an image of the last person to leave, the one who hung them over the wire and walked away. Thanks for looking. G

Potato Cellar

Chaco Canyon Room And Moon

Chaco Canyon room and moon. When ever I enter a room in the ancient pueblo ruins in Chaco Canyon, I always look up. The sky encompassed by an aperture of undulating shadows, skillful and meticulously layered stone work, draws my gaze upward to a view that, perhaps, the pueblo inhabitants never had. Ceiling and roof timbers have long since deteriorated leaving only remnants of them protruding out of layers of stone and an open view to the heavens above. Thanks for looking up. G

Chaco canyon room and moon