Broken Building #5

1-5Just up the road from the so-called “meth house” (please read my post about it before assuming anything!), there is a much darker house. I drive by it occasionally en route from Fort Collins to Greeley and vice versa. It is nestled back in a thicket of trees and is shadowy and foreboding. The word “sinister” continues to pop into my mind, probably because I just watched Pet Semetary the other night and this house now reminds me of it a little bit. (Note to all of you- if you have never seen that movie, don’t watch it at 1 a.m. by yourself.) Anyway, I was sitting in my car looking at it, when all of a sudden- deer! Wary of me, they ventured to the back of the house. Meanwhile I, wary of the Stephen King death trap house, wandered to the back, keeping at least thirty yards distance between myself and the house.

1-5-1Back view of the Stephen King death trap house.

Anyway, I started having so much fun taking photos of the deer. I think there was five; four does and a buck who all watched me cautiously. It was nice having them there though, because I’d like to think that deer don’t normally hang out around haunted houses.


1-5-2Yeah. You don’t have to tell me that twice. Eventually I got a bit paranoid enough to leave, so I bid farewell to my deer friends and departed.

Oh! There’s a “For Sale” sign out front. Anyone interested? 😛




Broken Building #4

1-4This is broken building #4! I have to tell the wildly inappropriate story about this house for you to understand why I think this house is funny. A few years back, some lady was claiming that there was gang activity going on in here and there was a meth lab and all of this crazy stuff. So, some people have lovingly dubbed it “the meth house,” even though there has never been one there. People have lived there in the past ten years, I’m pretty sure, including some friends of our family. The boards on the windows just went up in the past few years. Anyway, that’s why this “meth house” is funny to me. Not that meth is funny. Don’t do drugs.

Anyway, not wanting to get too close (because of the NO TRESPASSING signs, which I was probably pushing anyway), I circles around the house just to look at it since I’ve never fully inspected it before. It’s sad how a few years of neglect can break what probably used to be a nice building.

1-4-1I got a little creeped out when I saw Christmas lights still strung on the side of the house, for some reason.

1-4-2Cattle ramp’s view of the house and sunset.


Broken Building #3

1-3Today while out with my mom, we saw this little building and stopped for some pictures. It’s tucked back in the trees not 50 yards from the interstate. Not wanting to keep my mom waiting too long, I snapped just a few photos and returned to the car. But, it is amazing how this little gem is so close to so many people daily, and I doubt most them even notice it.

1-3-1Nice lens flare on the back of the building.



Broken Buildings #1

1-1My first “broken building” was a building that was almost featured multiple times in my 365 Project, until I decided on my first monthly theme. I came across it one day a little over a year ago when returning to Greeley after letting a friend’s dogs out in another town. Curious, I walked the perimeter of the building, climbed up the concrete steps at the front and back of the house, and peered inside. The building was very obviously destroyed by a fire and covered in various graffiti markings.

1-1-2This was one of the pictures I took last year of the fire. Today, with the snow, I decided not to approach the house anymore than I was comfortable with for fear that something might collapse on me or under me.


So….Now What?

One year later, I completed my own photo project, the 365 Day project that I took on a year ago. It’s interesting now to look back at my photos; it’s almost like reading an autobiography from the past year- my growth from an unsure, confused, mourning teenage to an artist and musician, documenting my growth in primarily as a photographer, but also as a saxophone player, a Brother of Kappa Kappa Psi, and most importantly, my growth as a person. My posts go from simple, happy things and me saying what I like about the photo, to Star Wars, to mourning victims of untimely deaths, to pondering some fairly large concepts.

The past year, simply, has been a journey.

But now what?

Well, I’m going to take the rest of the year off. I think I’ve earned it! Next year, I’ll be coming back with month-to-month projects, and have a theme per month (I already have some in mind! 🙂 ) I’m also going to be re-vamping my page to give it less of a “blog” feel and give it more of a professional website vibe.

So, I want to thank you now for following my blog! I’ll see you in a few weeks!


Day 365- “Saxophone Keys”

365The other day, my saxophone broke. A vital piece of cork fell off of it, therefore the octave key stopped working. I took it in to the Music Depot here in Greeley for them to fix. It was sad, because I took it in during concert band rehearsal time, and when I returned, I sat moodily in the audience following along in my music. the next day, I attempted to play my scales test on my friend’s borrowed saxophone, which my teacher said I got a great sound on, but it still wasn’t mine. The next day, I got a call from Music Dept saying that my sax was ready to be picked up. When I went and got him, I almost cried with relief, first of all because I had to practice for my upcoming jury on Tuesday, but mostly because I felt a weird sense of relief that I had my saxophone back.

There is a joke among musicians that our instruments are more valuable than our lives. In a way, it’s false but true- surely no hunk of metal or wood is more valuable than a human life, but when you’ve invested thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours into your craft, when you suddenly are not able to play it, you’re not quite sure how to function without it. Your artistic, musical voice is gone.

I spent four years playing the flute before I switched to bari sax. When I came to college, through strange circumstances, I was only able to play alto sax. But, last year, I volunteered on a spur of the moment decision to play tenor sax in concert band, as opposed to the alto, which I desperately hated. I was given the hunk of metal featured in the photo above last year, and there it was. I found my musical voice. Any saxophone player who has ever had the opportunity to hear me play tenor is dumbfounded by the tone I have on tenor, which I found out a few months after playing it is extremely difficult. (What is it about classical tenors that is so hard to make a good sound?)

I may be a photographer on paper and in practice, but I’m a musician at heart.


Day 363- “Seagull”

363The other day I ventured out to Sanborn Park, near the middle of Greeley. It has a large man-made pond/lake there, which was mostly frozen over. I began taking pictures of a seagull, who was calmly walking across the ice. I love how his reflection appears on the ice and how sharp and vibrant the colors are.