Tag: found objects as sculpture

One of my favorite things is to ramble around and take photos of whatever moments capture my eye.

I usually have a destination in mind and a vague idea of what I’m looking for when I go out on a ramble, but mostly I just try to keep my eyes open and my mind loose. I find it all very seductive,

and there are always delicious surprises.

We’re spending the summer on an island in Maine (quite romantic). Many of the local men, and some women, fish for lobster and haddock. The town of Stonington harbors scores of fishing boats

and the surrounding waters are dotted with colored buoys marking each lobsterman’s traps. Like many rural areas, when the old things no longer have use, they’re just left abandoned in place.

I love the jumbled sense of time captured in their slow decay. For me, the place is a visual treasure trove.  Around every bend in the twisty roads that traverse the island, I find intriguing images.

There’s also the quiet beauty of the Maine Coast and I’ve certainly taken lots of photos of sky, water, islands and boats.

But just out of sight of coastal Maine’s rugged beauty are the little abandoned and forgotten artifacts that fire my imagination.

For me, they’re like little fragments of sculpture, standing like forlorn sentinels. I like to think of them as memorials to a vanishing way of life.

Once, years ago, I rambled along a woodsy path and happened upon quite a few junked and abandoned cars, some from the 1930s and 40s. I was entranced by the lush undergrowth sprouting through the twisted, rusted metal. So much energy and decay intertwined. I went back with my camera a few years later and all the cars were gone. Sigh.

My latest ramble was not as delicious, but still I found some interesting images.

I spent a while trying to capture the essence of this lobsterman’s shack.  

I liked its pastoral, yet surreal quality

like some steam punk remnant of a lost civilization. Or this image,

that conjures some kind of manic machine, complete with a zig zag of pulleys, gears and conveyor belts.

I thought some images might work better in black and white, and here are two.

It’s funny how the black and white makes you feel like you’ve stepped back in time. It’s just our expectations playing tricks again…

So, getting back to the present, I’ll leave you with one dash of color.

To find this riot of daylily blooms, all I had to do was walk about 20 yards down the road from the lobster shack. See what I mean – everywhere you look here, there’s something that teases the eye.

It’s been quite a while since I wrote a post for The Vision Thing and I’m excited to be writing again. Still, it’s hard to capture the allure that Maine has for me. My eyes see so much more than my camera can record. I’d love to add the sound of distant gulls, the smell of the ocean and a gentle breeze that tingles your skin. But you’ll just have to use your imagination. Still, I hope this piece gives you some sense of what makes Maine so inviting.

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