
Holcomb, Illinois 7-2-09

A document. Four blue tillers folded and stored at the curve of a gravel road near the train tracks on a cloudy day. The grass is green on either side of the gravel road. Not really sure why other than maybe the symmetry/anti-symmetry going on in the image... It is balanced yet unbalanced...... does it matter? Could just be because I think about it from time to time and that makes it stand out... If it sticks out in my mind; that may mean that it is important.. prolly not but,
Had to go back for this one. Located in Ashmore, Illinois. I had finished up and was about to move on when I walked by the window. Too bad bout the glare in the window... not there at the proper time of day. Still I think it might say something... Religious imagery in my work has been limited because of my hangups. Not anymore. Sometimes I set limits for myself without even realizing. Still squaring up too much but, sometimes it works well. Not saying that it does here...
The yardsale... and beyond. It is weird that it is a normal thing to put all of the stuff you own but don't want anymore out in your yard and invite anyone passing by to come in and buy it. It is almost a uniquely American thing. This was a great opportunity to get onto some ones property and see a part of their life on display.
The 'crossroads' holds a special place in American history and folklore. It is where the Devil taught us the blues. It is where we come to when we don't know what to do. It is where towns are born and people meet. There are many different ways to go but, if you don't pick the right direction you will not get where you want to go. As a child I saw the crossroads I came to as landmarks. They were always recognizable by the signs and advertising that they were marked with. Maybe this is something I need to look further into....
This is Shane (23 years old) from Farina, Illinois. He and his father have a car interior buisness. I met him while he was doing some wiring in a car; he showed me his portfolio of work... a very talented artist. He was also kind enough to let me make a few photographs. This is my favorite. There are a couple more that might show up later.
I had a brief convo with this guy after making this image. He was not too happy to be up on that roof painting and we both shared our distaste for house painting. As we were talking some of his family came out the front door. I asked if I could photograph them too but, no dice. It may be my approach or, it may be that it is in fact difficult to photograph people when they aren't expecting it.