Fuji X100 F
Forest thru the Trees
The abandoned house shuddered on the hill. Wind whistled through the trees with the laughter of children who once lived there. Inside … sections of ceiling lay limp in the stale air. Fragments of plaster lie damp on the well trodden floor. Window frames rotten and blistered , nursing mildew and rising up wallpapers that peel. All around are the artifacts of a life lived and hastily abandoned, mattresses, dolls, sepia photographs...
How long has it been since the fragrant smell of a Sunday dinner ? … if there ever was one.
I have recently re-tooled my primary shooting set-up. I jettisoned my beloved Fuji X T1, XF 10-22mm, XF 18mm, & recently acquired XF 35mm WR. I have replaced all of that with the newly released X T2, XF 16mm 1.4 and the ubiquitous "kit lens" 18-55mm.
The more things change ... the more they stay the same -
26.1500° N, 81.8000° W
Occupying old homes in a hand-me-down neighborhood…on the fringe of the city…The Polish Triangle.
Simple two and three story wooden homes set in narrow lots enclosed by metal and wood fences.
The uniformed rows are broken at intersections by buildings housing a grocery store, saloon and maybe a drug store. One or two streets have businesses, combined homes and offices.
The interiors evoke the Old World, with holy pictures framed in gilt and polished wood.
The ethnic Roman Catholic church anchors it’s center.
"The old neighborhood isn't the old neighborhood any more. It's becoming standard people in the suburbs. There is a group of older Polish-Americans who are still living in the old neighborhood and it's not like it used to be, but they're pretending it is. It's not really like that any more. There is ethnicity developing on different levels in different ways."
“ I started working here when I was 10, back in the 50’s. I used to carry laundry from the rooms to the basement all day long. That’s how I got these ” he snickered, as he flexed his muscles.
He walked over and wedged a sliding door open, making a loud groaning noise. The entire facade seemed to tremble at this disturbance.
Walking across the road, he brought me to another abandoned building.
“ Back in the 60’s - this used to be filled with people from all over. Used to come here by the busloads. They kept this town running ship shape ".
Faded linoleum floors, skeletons of electrical wires, peeling wallpaper and rooms filled with garbage. “ There used to be rooms full of people here…."