Urban: Towards the light

Seems I totally forgot to post, yesterday. I’ll post another, tomorrow, to make up for it.

I shot this in a garage. I have a certain preoccupation with garages. They feel dismal and urban and very American. I think of them as dismal, because you have all these signs of people–i.e. cars–surrounded by concrete and steel, but, for good reasons, people don’t linger in garages. They’re spaces people leave.

But there’s a wealth of photographic material in a garage: The steel is usually reflective or, at the least, shiny; there’s weathering and grime and dirt, everywhere, yielding interesting textures; and the lighting is always ugly, which appeals at a whole other photographic level.