Sign Of The Times
One of my great friends often takes images of landmarks that are very soon, not going to be landmarks anymore. I can only guess as to his motivation for this. I can tell you that there are a lot of times that I will drive through an area that has, in the last ten years, made such a drastic change, it’s hard to remember what it used to look like. Of course, now I think to myself that I wish I had taken pictures of it back then. If only.
Fortunately, I did manage to take the time last spring to get some images of a great red barn located in the Cocolalla Flats on Highway 95. At the time I was taking those shots, this barn was nothing more to me than a great subject for testing out some theories and experimenting with some new ideas. (Well new to me anyway). It was a great model! Little did I know how important those images would become to me.
Just last week, I was heading to the airport in Spokane, Washington and as I drove by this location that I had seen a thousand times, I could no longer take it for granted. For where once stood a symbol of hard work and dedication; a symbol of a time when things were a little slower paced and people were a little friendlier, now lay a pile of wood waiting to be burned. In the smoke and ash of this historic location will be placed who knows what? Only time will tell.
At least I have a record of what it once was!