Last Saturday I went to Jamestown, Indiana, less that ten miles from home.
Very small, about 950 people. Not on a major highway.
Typical Indiana small town. John Mellencamp would feel comfortable here.
I was looking for
brick buildings in various states of repair
interesting installations in alleys
small town feel
You can’t always get what you want. It pays to keep the eyes open, as well as the mind.
There wasn’t much going on in town. Saw a couple kids shooting hoops in the park. Spoke with another kid waiting for his friend in the park. Had a “farmers’ nod” from and back to one guy driving through town. Pretty dead.
But I’m not really shooting people. I like the idea of street photography and what are called environmental portraits. But I haven’t done it yet. Also, Jamestown, Indiana isn’t the right spot for that.
If anyone is paying attention, I am probably a strange sight. Me rolling down the sidewalks, side streets, and alleys in my electric wheelchair. Without it I wouldn’t have stamina for more than a few minutes. I try not to worry about what people might think.
Some alleys have astounding structures in them. Sometimes people set up little mansions with grounds in the upstairs apartments back in the alley. This little town had not of that. But it certainly had plenty of small town feel.
Trying to spend more time looking at photographs. We are inundated. Tendency is to quickly go through photos forming quick opinions. Golden rule.
The striking thing about these two buildings is the color contrast. A green building next door to a fuschia one. And the fuschia building has a door that is kind of aqua-blue. I suspect that the two business owners didn’t get together on color scheme.
I’ve been to historic buildings that are surrounded by scaffolding because they are being rennovated. I noticed that quite a bit when I was in Scotland looking at various castles, and I have seen pictures of scaffolding on buildings like the Washington Monument. This rennovation caught my eye in a small town. Small town, small project. I like patterns in brick buildings anyway.
I love alleys. This must ba a loading dock for a business. It’s been kept up pretty well, but the contrast of the blue door and other accents really made me notice it.
A tire swing! Kids today still have some of the joys we enjoyed in my childhood days. Pretty elaborate rope system, too. Just may have been installed without much adult supervision/intervention. This would never fly on an official playground these days.
This shot shows the typical kind of decay seen in small towns around here. In past days, I can imagine townies sitting on the wooden window seat, kibbutzing about whatever. They business just down the street has provided more modern and more comfy seating, along with a nicer presentation of the front door. Probably those windows aren’t all cracked like these are.
I’m thinking of starting a project on yard art. Knowing me, I’d be especially drawn to yard art that has seen better days or that is strange in one way or another. Do you think that would make for an interesting project?