In the Eighties I was not in Norwich but the State Hospital was a major employer for the region. Now left to lie in ruin all that is left is shadows of past life’s etched in the peeling paint and rotting wood. Broken windows and broken dreams/nightmares. Now the carcass of the Hospital is a political feeding ground for dreams of power, money, smoke and mirrors. The vultures circle and spin the truth out while the guards watch over the ghosts and the memories in the shadows of success or failure.
Faces and Facades
I’ve been in Norwich for 5 plus years and watched as downtown has changed. There were up time and down times. This image is of a fire escape on The Alice a restored building on Main Street. Empty for the first 4 years it now is active with tenants. I often am accused of having a negative outlook. [no pun intended] As I look at this building some days I feel the stairs are going up sometimes down. This is the second old struggling City for me in the last twelve years the first produced a book. What Norwich will yield is still on the stairs unsure of whether the stairs are going up or down. Which way do you see the stairway going?
Many walks many fine destinations or just walks. A first book solidifying direction.
Brattleboro alluring on so many levels
Brattleboro oh how I loved you from afar sunny warm afternoons occasional morning light I was tempted but you had a cold side that my body and soul could not abide. Image thoughts added 2-28-16 as I edit images.
Willimantic, Norwich, Brattleboro, The first two I’ve lived in and worked on the “arts” led revitalization. Brattlboro is that the next stop? As a frequent visitor since mid summer I have been documenting my visits or a better way of putting it is I have been creating self portraits of a small city. Self portraits of the way I want to see America and the world heading. I’ll be back in Brattlboro again tomorrow looking for America, and that dream that I learned in school as a kid.