This is a photograph I took while completing my art photography degree at Syracuse University. Although it looks like a landscape, it was actually small pile of scrap dirt at this quarry we used to hang out at.
At 21, I hadn’t yet been west of the Mississippi. I grew up in New England and went to college 5 hours away by car. I had never seen such real landscapes as this one—an enormous wall of red stone—which I took yesterday on Burr’s Lane outside of Boulder Utah.
Above is another from the series I took in college at the quarry. It’s a pile of scrap metal that had rusted to look like a rock wall.
When I was an art photo major we didn’t have iPhones. We used “cameras” with this stuff called “film” and we had to go into what was called a “darkroom” and splash chemicals all over the place to turn the film into pictures. In this case, I used slide film and a technique I was real fond of where you use so many chemicals that you can turn slide film into negative film, and it gets all grainy and spectacular looking.
Contrast that with the above: another real rock wall I snapped in Boulder, Utah. Miles of red walls in every direction.
The summer after the photo series I took my first cross-country road trip with my then-boyfriend and drove through parts of Utah somewhere near here. I didn’t yet have the perspective to see, though.
Scrap metal, rusted, striated. Syracuse NY in 1992.
It amazes me a little bit how much this series now reminds me of Utah’s Dixie land.
Life weaves together into one great story at some point, doesn’t it though.
Hi Joslyn, These are really beautiful photographs you took. There are so many great vast sights out west.
Glad you were able to get some nice ones!
Beautiful!