Photo Diary: End of March

     

     

   

       

    

March flew by like a cat attack to the face. I had 0 free time to enjoy pleasures outside of working or the general requirements of life, and when I did, I just wanted to do nothing at all. Sitting in the sun seemed so much more exciting than actually completing anything on my to-do list; this is probably why I haven't posted in weeks, and why none of these photos were taken with my camera. I feel like I've found a temporary balance in life that allows me to really get more enjoyment out of it, but this involves trying really hard not to over-involve myself in things. By stepping back, I've been able to avoid feeling overwhelmed, and even though I haven't done as much as I'd like to say I had, I feel somewhat more accomplished for it. 

I keep my phone on hand always, still, so I documented a little bit of my day-to-day and free time to put together a bit of a photo journal of my last week of March. Here comes the sun, and here's to hoping to continue to find a better balance of work and pleasure in the month to come. 

Gone but Not Forgotten

I was recently inspired by an episode of Parts Unknown (Anthony Bourdain's latest show, on CNN) to photograph and document something that has become a bit of an obsession. For lack of a better term, I call it "ruin porn". 

The episode I'm referring to here involved Detroit, and a tour of its existence long after its downfall. It reminded me of the area where I was born in Northeast Pennsylvania. The big businesses gone, faithful locals holding on to a place they call home, finding happiness and prosperity amidst the wreckage from massive industries long departed.

I mentioned to my dad that I wanted to take some pictures of deserted buildings, namely a coal breaker that is barely a pile of steel at this point, but the snow prevented that adventure (at least for this visit). But where he ended up taking me to snap a few pictures seemed even more surreal- the ground on which had stood the sewing factory where my grandmother sewed buttons onto Leslie Faye dresses.

We ventured to a few other locations as well, and I'm working hard to put together some semblance of a collection of photos from the entire trip. This stop, although it was the least visually interesting, felt like the best one. I imagine that it is the energy that keeps cities and towns and neighborhoods in existence long after the jobs are gone - that intangible feeling of what once was, and what cannot be forgotten. 

Instant Instagram

I've been really busy this week (and will be next week as well), so blog posts aren't happening as frequently as I'd ideally like them to.

You can still keep up with all of my goings on on Instagram, though! Follow me @disownedclothing - I promise to be entertaining...
Almost as entertaining as my first attempt at editing my blog layout with html. Enjoy the weird photos and obsessive food documentation.