Today, over on Veronica Varlows blog - http://dangerdame.com/2014/05/15/lets-play-a-game-a-picture-and-a-wild-rock-and-roll-life-tour-story/ - she asked us all to pick a photo, and to tell the story behind it. This is a wonderful way to remember experiences you may have forgotten. So this is mine, and it's related to a photoshoot.
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Near my house, about a 20 minute walk away, lies Piercefield Mansion. It is an abandoned, derelict building, which used to house some of the richest people in town. The most explored section, and my personal favourite is the servants quaters. It's attatched to the stables. Everything is over grown with nettles and trees, are breaking in through the window panes.
Stable doors with rought iron are hanging from rusted hinges...fire places stand in crumbling walls, fire replaced with wild flowers.
Stable doors with rought iron are hanging from rusted hinges...fire places stand in crumbling walls, fire replaced with wild flowers.
One evening, having not used my camera in a long time, I roped in some friends to join me in a photoshoot. In the setting sun, we traipsed through woodland, and fields full of sheep to reach the falling walls. Ignoring every 'keep out' sign and every 'dangerous building' warning. Covered in nettle stings, and warm from the trek, we made our way to a previously unexplored part of the mansion.
It was so overgrown. And I basked in the knowledge of how long ago it was since someone else had stood in this building. The pink paint was chipping off the wall, the roof was nothing but wooden slats, which was filtering in bursts of the lowering sunlight. There were stairs that led to a door, which opened onto nothing; the second story floor having fallen through. An upturned spring bed frame lay in the brambles, and further on a stand alone bath, filled with rain water.
It was so overgrown. And I basked in the knowledge of how long ago it was since someone else had stood in this building. The pink paint was chipping off the wall, the roof was nothing but wooden slats, which was filtering in bursts of the lowering sunlight. There were stairs that led to a door, which opened onto nothing; the second story floor having fallen through. An upturned spring bed frame lay in the brambles, and further on a stand alone bath, filled with rain water.
And this is where we did our shoot. I got some truly lovely shots. And we were all overcome with the feeling of solitude and knew that we were stood in a part of someones history that would never be remembered.
(For anyone curious as to the final photos I took, you can see them here;https://www.facebook.com/media...
Or more photos of just the building itself here; https://www.facebook.com/jade.... )
Or more photos of just the building itself here; https://www.facebook.com/jade.... )
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