When I drive to the store or gym I pass this rundown boarded-up house with grazing horses. I never drive past it without feeling a pang of regret that I didn't bring my camera. It's surrounded by tract houses and 100 ft from the freeway but I like how this tiny pocket of land seems locked in a bubble of rural decay.
Well, last week a storm was rolling in and the sky was darkening nicely and I said enough is enough and turned the car around and went home and got my Holga. These shots are my favorites from the roll.
I'd love to go back with my Holga and some color film and my tripod and take some shots around sunset but that will have to wait until I get a new tripod: E broke mine last week. *sniff*
Labels: Holga, photos