If you have been a semi-active reader of the photo blog over the past few years, you likely will have seen my personal preference for people and objects which seem both ordinary, yet also out of place. Truth be told, there is a certain messy freedom in seeing things where they shouldn’t, or noticing the visual clash between function and location. Noticing in this way rarely allows for a streamlined viewing of the presented. Instead, it finds its subjects at the end of a rope, often devoid of context. Therefore the viewer is often left to wonder at the circumstances which left them dangling there in space. The best photographers can stay in such a space, offering hints at narrative salvation only at their own whim. The rest of us photographers and casual viewers alike can either strap in for the ride, or ready Netflix and a mixing bowl of cereal. On my best days, I choose the former.
This photo shows a group of objects at their end of their perspective ropes. It is likely the last stage in their life cycle. They have hopefully fulfilled the function for which they were created, and now wait. Theirs is a comical limbo, but purgatory all the same. In the center of the pile sits an embroidered hanging of a tiger. It sits awkwardly in the midst of discarded construction and fishing paraphernalia. It seems to cry to be saved, perhaps by the elderly person who made it, in their free time, while thinking of what they would have rather been doing. Or, perhaps, this tigered frame, and the objects which surround it are right where they are supposed to be; this seashore in Wando. As I age, I can only wish for an ending so odd.
[Image taken with a Contax T2 shooting Kodak Ektar 100.]
(Photo & Text by Marty Miller)