“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” — Ansel Adams

Joseph Balson

Colors of a ghost town

It is hard for me to imagine people are actually living here. All I see is a desolated dirty hell hole. I don't see people, I don't see traffic, I don't even see a fucking stray cat or a bird.
There is silence, there is no life, there are rotten derelict things.
It is a ghost town.

A lonely walk in a dead town
A lonely walk in a dead town

I love black and white, but for this series, I needed colors. It is like I have an automated LUT processing in my head. There is reality, there is my perception of reality, and there is my interpretation of my own perception of reality. Then there is what I want to share in a photo.

A lonely walk in a dead town

I shot this serie with the Samsung WB210. Turns out I like this little camera. Especially for this kind of work. I have all the time I need, and no one to be a nuisance or a distraction. That is what is great with ghost town.

A lonely walk in a dead town

This ghost town is so desolated and abandoned that there aren't even any ghosts. They left too. Like me they don't want to be here.

A lonely walk in a dead town

Some would argue this is not reality but only my own biased representation of reality. They would be right. Isn't it what art is about? Who would like me to share what they think is or call reality?
Maybe this is not a real ghost town. Maybe ghosts don't exist. It doesn't matter. I'm sharing my own vision. Like it or not, see something or not, get anything from it or not. It's the same in the end. That won't change my reality.

A lonely walk in a dead town

After all maybe there are thousand of happy people behind these close blinds and doors. Maybe they are alive. Who cares. I don't. What is hiding behind those broken windows, those dirty walls falling in ruins, and those metal bars, and those ugly blinds is irrelevant. I don't see that. I don't feel that.

A lonely walk in a dead town

All that is available to my senses are some billions photons reflected by impassable surfaces. Then my camera capture some other billions of photons. It's already not the same. It is simply not real at all. If it is not real, is it nothing? my feelings, emotions, sensations, whatever I can name them, seem real to me.
Emphasize SEEM.

A lonely walk in a dead town

It is for sale, for rent, abandoned, deserted, falling apart. Kind of a reflection of myself. I'm just shooting a mirror.

A lonely walk in a dead town

I'm just trying to correct the geometry and perspective in that mirror. And that too is not real. The more I correct it the more it becomes distorted. Parallels want to meet somewhere out of the frame. But they won't.

A lonely walk in a dead town

It is all an illusion. Straight lines are curves, curves are straight lines. It is finally the perfect place for ghosts. But ghosts left. Or they don't exist. And I'm the only ghost walking the streets of this ghost town. Like a vague remnant of myself, like the dead who doesn't want to cross the threshold and stays forever in a doomed eternity, doing the same shit again and again.

A lonely walk in a dead town

Is it going somewhere? I don't feel it. It looks like a trap, you find an exit that is just another point of entry to the same hell. What is left to do? Simply taking photos. Again and again. like a priest exorcising again and again the same demon that doesn't want to leave.

A lonely walk in a dead town

Won't change reality, won't change the perception of that reality. Won't change anything really.

It's rust, and rott, and houses painted in blood.

A lonely walk in a dead town