Why are photographers so attracted to things that are dead, dying, damaged or otherwise dilapidated? Can’t we all collectively glom onto something new? What is it about stuff that’s falling apart, why does this attract us so?
Hard to say, I guess. Maybe it has to do with time, memories, and the like or maybe it’s just that new stuff is too shiny. Either way, we’re an odd sort of lot that way, don’t you think?
Could be a pile of “new” sitting right in front of us and we won’t pay it a nod but, give us something old, run down, about ready to fall over and, what do we do? Take a picture.
(Maybe it’s the photographers who are damaged and not the subjects?)
Until next time…