April 23, 2022
Tag: Nebraska
April 10, 2022
Three vignettes from Nebraska City, NE.
March 26, 2022
A vacant lot, tractor trailer, and some seemingly vacant buildings. A pale blue sky that isn’t sure it’s winter or spring. A lonely tilted light pole sits amidst the pastel hues. “Relationship equipped,” reads the trailer.
Avenue One
Avenue One is a new development in West Omaha that promises to cover 50 square blocks of old farmland with a variety of housing and commercial space. Signs advertising this new development adorn trailers along Dodge near 192nd Street atop its eventual home. A girl the size of a billboard seems to be broadcasting the possibilities. Bring your new family to a new home.
The signs got me thinking. Who will inhabit these new converted farmlands on the edge of town? Who are the intended residents? Who won’t be living here? And further: What does the loss of farmland—which was prairie before that—mean? What does it mean that existing homes in the older core of Omaha are decaying while we build new ones further out?
With the addition of this photo, I’m also retiring the old working title for my Omaha work Omaha Gothic. It never really fit. For now, I’m renaming this series Facades.
March 19, 2022
Two concrete barriers guard a hole in the road beside a factory in Fremont, NE.
March 13, 2022
The old industrial yards off I480 south of Leavenworth have always caught my attention, so I decided to finally check them out. I didn’t find anything anything extraordinary, but these two photographs are possible additions to Omaha Gothic.
February 20, 2022
Union, NE. A little village not far from southern Omaha. A little Airbnb that’s also an junk shop brought us to the town: a lovely stay! This image caught me as we strolled around.
Ode to Sad Disco
Mid February in Fremont, Nebraska. A place that has ghosts. If you believe in that sort of thing, anyway.
This group of photos is for Mark Lanegan, who passed away as I was working on these images. Fremont looks like his voice sounds. A baritone that is full of years. Many of them hard. Yet there’s a triumph in his darkest lyrics and melodies that will haunt me forever in the best of ways. Here’s to you, Mr. Lanegan. “Here I have seen the light.” Indeed.
