I wrote that in the picture’s caption and I liked it so well that I made it the lead line. I’m thinking it could be a good name for a band.
My past is coming back to haunt me. I used to photograph a lot of urbex, or urban exploration for the uninitiated. A publisher reached out to me. He wants to know if I was interested in publishing a book.
Interested? Sheesh. WordPress claims 90,000,000 users. Probably, 89,999,000 of us hope to publish a book.
But, I have a problem. I’m already committed to another publisher for two books of a very similar nature.
For months of the lockdown, most of us were so bored that we gained 894 pounds per every three houses. Now, I have more work than I can do for the remaining year.
I haven’t told you about a picture agency who reached out to me. They are in a small sort of backroom corner of the picture business. They are hard to find.
They distribute and market the kinds of pre-framed art that you see in big box stores and online. This is where the money lies. Really big money because… well, think of it this way, companies line up to sell products through Wal Mart. Why do think that is?
While companies like Wal Mart set the price structure and keep the margins slim, this company has already negotiated those deals.
They found my work on websites like Art.com. An old agency distributed some of my work into websites like that. The agency doesn’t exist and now I have to ask for payment if they made any sales. This is going to take some inspection.
A new hobby.
Back to the mass distributing agency. This means that I don’t have to chase around trying to make new pictures. They want my archives.
This is a giant retirement fund that exists separate from my own retirement fund. That was the dream of photographers who made pictures for stock agencies. When those agencies were scooped up by bigger agencies and the market collapsed, those dreams died.
Maybe those dreams live again.
I just knew that my archives were worth something.
his is an example of urbex photography. This one of the few times that I had partners with me.
They were friends of friends. They were young which made them think that they were bulletproof.
Fine with me.
They had my back while I made pictures. We spent a day doing that.
Normally a day is way too long for me. I kind of reach my limit at about three hours.
But, they were driving so I could relax in between locations.
This bar/club was located at the end of Desire Street. Yeah, this neighborhood was the terminus of “A Streetcar Named Desire.”
The city has been cleaning up this little bit of the parish. First, Club Desire was torn down. That broke my heart although after hurricanes and storms there wasn’t too much left inside that could be restored.
A couple of ruined buildings across the street were torn down including the only gas station for a couple of miles.
This bar was located about a block away from Club Desire. I haven’t been there for a while so I have no idea if this building stands or if it met the wrecking crew’s ball.
Anyway, the story is better than the technique. Wait for the people to be about where you want them and press the button.
Expose for the shadows and open up by 1/3 of a stop.
That’s it. No post production required.