Ever make something that makes your heart sing?
Lately, I've been shooting old industrial sites. Factories. Mills. Being a Rust Belt denizen, so many opportunities!
Go to vote? Find a previously unknown textile mill!
On the way to an appointment? Pink morning light casting amazing shadows on a disused factory!
Driving to luncheon date? Clock tower!
Rather love them all!
A few weeks ago, I found ratty old grainy poorly printed black and white. The Bank Nightclub, circa 1982. The Bank Night Club was a seminal hub for The Akron Sound and New Wave in the late '70's and early '80's.
If you find yourself waiting in holiday lines, singing Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses or syncopated Whip It, by Devo, that's Akron Sound. Rust Belt kids of Rubber Workers trying to Make Good.
I was too young to participate. Oh, to be a badass! My mom and the Dominican Nuns kept me on a short tether. Mom was scarier than Nuns.
But, when I could, I'd sneak downtown and foolishly prowl the canal that runs both behind and beneath Main Street. I knew all the alleys. The Art Deco bus station. Abandoned rubber shops. Rust- siezed fire escapes. Gritty Tri- X Urban Decay.
I thought I was Artsy.
I was foolish.
Yet, the affection for Industrial and Decay continues. However, I try to be smarter and safer, now. Take a Buddy and No Trespassing.