Home Invasion: A Photo Series
- Dead Cities Photography
- Mar 2, 2018
- 1 min read
Home Invasion:
Pacific Northwest Part 2
Words and Photos by Dead Cities Photography
The damp greenery of the Northwest gives way to the arid high desert to the east. The air pressure and the heat of the sun are stifling. The moist ivy changes to dry grass. The mighty Doug Firs appear as small sagebrush. The Badlands are now a wasteland.
The absence of human created sound pollution leaves a void in audible noise, allowing the cicadas to sound deafening in the distance. The horse flies buzz loudly as the dust settles on floorboards. The houses sway and creak in the light, hot wind. The weeds tumble by unobstructed and unchallenged by traffic.
It’s been a short while since the lights went out, but the world seems to have already fallen into severe disrepair. Automated machines operate the streetlights, but for how long? The frames of the buildings still hold, but for how long? Wildlife pushes back against civilization, and only one is eternal. Finite resources left no room for longevity, no long-term strategy. How do you plan for the end of your own species? Is there a point?
Any concept of time is lost. Stepping into a home is like stepping through a time warp, or maybe a parallel dimension. People have disappeared seemingly in mid-conversation around a breakfast table. Despite being surrounded by relics of forgotten lives and happier times, I find the solitude calming and reassuring. This is the end, and I’m here to witness it.
Greetings from the wasteland.
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