I originally posted this to my blog a few years back. I had just gotten my Nikon F3 and ‘matching’ AI Nikkor 50mm 1.8 and, true to the name, my shutter finger was definitely itching.
You should never go urbex’ing alone, I knew better but I found myself making my way to and inside of the abandoned Celebration Station solo.
After discovering spent casings, a hastily painted memorial, old crime scene tape and hearing someone shut a door shortly after ascending to the second floor, I felt very lucky to have made it out unscathed..
Don’t be dumb, kids.. Trespass responsibly.
Some mornings I wake up with a head full of ideas and direction.. On this particular Sunday morning, I was seemingly guided out of my bed, behind the wheel and down to Southwest Memphis to the area known as Riverside. It was my first time shooting there..
I enjoyed the quiet. It was early enough where the streets were empty and the blocks were cold. No look outs or loiterers to be wary of. Not everyone is thrilled by the idea of someone they’ve never seen before lurking around their neighborhood with a camera. The walls were aged, some covered with slander, some with aerosol turf claims and memorials. Houses and business sat empty with windows boarded yet there was an air of pride still. It was warm, borderline welcoming. A hard, stern Mother, tired but still doing her best.
The love is tough here.
South Main Arts District
Taking the time to “smell the roses” often uncovers things that go unnoticed in the normal flow of things. These messages were placed around the South Main Arts District, a simple reminder that all art isn’t about strokes or technical mastery, and all art isn’t found inside galleries.
…and that little sentences can make a big impact.