bitterdiva

Lovcraftian Hudson

Hudson, NY

One day for my job, I was called down to Hudson to photograph an event. On my way to the waterfront, I saw out of the corner of my eye a skull sculpture right along the side of the road. I couldn't understand why on the front yard of a building would there be something so gothic, so (as Andy would put it) Lovecraftian, to warrant exhibiting to all the passerbys in this town.

In the little section of the city I was passing through, I found quite a number of gems. An old wooden bridge overpassing the train station was my first scene as I headed for the parking area of the waterfront park. Out in the middle of the Hudson River, was a lighthouse on some manmade island. I was wishing that I was partaking of the river cruise because the picture opportunity was golden.

Across the street from the train station, was an abandoned building, but housed an industrial crane that was rusted from lack of use. Weeds started rising up in the parking lot in homage of the giant crane. Along the way back, another corner of the eye moment stopped me. It was a stencil on some random plywood that was nailed to a an abandoned storefront. I didn't realize that urban decay was so popular in this town to even warrant a stencil of an indian cowboy.

My main mission for the return trip was to capture the skull scultpure, it somewhat reminded me something of the Dark Mark from Harry Potter. A block before the sculpture, another photographic opportunity was before me: another abandoned building, with barred windows and an atmosphere of a jail. After snapping shots of the building, I finally arrived at my destination.

The columned building read: "Community Tennis". I didn't bother to walk further towards to building to find out if tennis was really occuring on the other side of the stone wall. I was more concerned with the sculpture. It was surrounded by other lawn-decor rejects. Iron benches, fencing, lampposts, laid out before me perhaps a construction job inventory before or after the job. I found it ironic that inside the sculptures' nose was a nest from yellow jackets hanging like a booger.

I must bring Kris there for a photography session, and if my gps is ever fixed, a little caching.

01:24 PM

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Posted by: rm at August 25, 2004 02:10 PM

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