Lost America

The fog is racing in, at the Hercules Powder Works, Hercules, CA, a 19th century dynamite factory. Closed in 1977, torn down and subdivided in 2006. Shot June 2005. Night, full moon, 100VS film, 3 minute exposure red-gelled flashlight. My last film shoot before going digital.

Fisheyed in the captain’s quarters, aboard a junkyard ’56 Packard Clipper Super. Night, full moon, red, white and lime flashlight.  Lots of dodge and burn to bring some details forward and make others recede.

Behind a closed roadhouse/brothel in Nevada.  Night, full moon with purple and red flashlight.

One more of the ’56 Capri cadaver sitting on it’s frame in the weeds.  Safe to say it’ll never move under it’s own power again.  Only a few seconds exposure, so short the full moon didn’t matter, only the green, blue and white flashlight I threw on it.

The cockpit of yesterday’s junkyard ’56 Lincoln. Red and white inside with lime green from the outside, all mixed with a couple of minutes worth of full moon.

1956 Lincoln at the junkyard.  Full moon, with purple, red and white flashlight.

Fuel oil tanks and other dead infrastructure, on the edge of a cliff in Nevada. Long after midnight at the decommissioned Air Force radar base. It was so serene and fresh up here after the storms passed. 4-minutes of full moon and white flashlight from several directions.

Back outside after the rain stopped for some much needed fresh air.  Here’s the radome where I shot the interiors, hosed with max-power red and purple from the Protomachines flashlight, while Nevada sleeps in the valley below.

Another angle inside the abandoned radar building that shows more of it’s unique round shape and super-strong, radial girder design.  Clearly there were some very heavy objects upstairs in the dome, which sits totally empty now (except for a few dead, trapped birds).  Lit with purple light from behind the elevator compartment, white, swept from […]

Into the abandoned radome with the fisheye, dodging the thunderstorm that passed through.  This is on the second floor, with the hand-pull elevator into the dome.  The most complete abandoned radome building I’ve ever been in—it was empty, but untouched.  Loving the industrial black and yellow safety tape everywhere, it prevented me smacking my head […]