I have a thing for industrial sites. And trains. And construction. I mean, seriously, am I a ten-year-old boy? I tend to blame this fascination with all things productive on the fact that I read Atlas Shrugged when I was nine years old. (I know. Crazy.) But realistically, I was already headed down this road. Reading that book, with it’s nearly-erotic descriptions of trains and railroad-building and industry, merely cemented something that was nascent in me.
I love the sense that something is getting done, that people are busy, working, producing something. I love a construction site, with it’s possibilities and growth and intricacies. I like to look at the inner workings and figure out how buildings stay up. I love cities: people constantly moving, always with somewhere to be; the buildings rising up, a testament to the power of humanity; the rush, the lights, the noise. And I love trains and train-tracks. I love the sense of adventure and of places not yet seen. I like to imagine where a track leads and what I might find there.
Yesterday I drove out to an industrial site north of Denver and took some pictures. This was my first time really taking photos of a site like this. It’s a working plant, so I didn’t want to get too close. For one thing, I was afraid anyone who saw me would think I was a terrorist. And also, the “No Trespassing” signs were a bit of a deterrent. So I followed the advice of a photographer friend and took photos from across the highway and from an overpass near the site.
I did feel a bit furtive, sneaking around and taking these pictures. But all in all, I had a lot of fun. It was a good first experience and I definitely plan to take more Industrial photos soon.