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"She's Deeaad! Wraapped In Plaaastic!"

The Dansbury Depot in East Stroudsburg burned down! Well, like a year ago. But they'd finally decided to move the old building last week, and preserve it. For the history. So I stopped by a night or two before the move to get some nice night shots of what was left of it.

Why would any sane Stroudsburger do such an odd thing, you ask? Well, there's this photo club in the area I'm trying to break into, and this is a photo project they've been working on ever since it became clear that the Depot was going away. Big Dipper! 
So I submitted a bunch of these, but the kind lady in charge said I could post them independently if I wanted to. So here's a few of my favorites. The reddish colored photos, like the one above, are unphotoshopped. Except to shrink and tag them, of course. The bluer photos, like the next one, are those with which I messed in order to bring out the more vivid colors of the night. Big Dipper! 
I have another reason for being fond of the Dansbury Depot, even if it's a bit of a stretch to justify a photo shoot or a blog post or even a mention; It was my family's first stop in East Stroudsburg when we moved to the area in '89. For those of you who are not familiar with the area, no we did not arrive by train. It's an old train station that had been converted into a resaurant.

That's all I can come up with, I think, to talk about The Dansbury Depot. So one last shot. It's the same as the first, but I used a built-in effect from photoshop on it. I don't normally like those effects, because any artiste can push a button on a computer. Plus it can get time-consuming and I'm lazy. But I wanted to wrap the Depot in plastic before they shipped it off, so there you go.

Is Death Valley An Appropriate Blog Subject For My Final Post As A Bachelor? Or, Odd Timing But I Love You Baby!

 

It's always a struggle, trying to figure out which picture to start off a post with. It's the first one that all three of my regular occasional blog-checkers see, so it's an important choice.

  As you can see, I had yet another job in Ridgecrest, California (My eighth! I totally just looked it up), and yet another drive through Death Valley, and for only the second time I ran into Desert Puppy! 
This time instead of carjacking me, he was just hanging on the side of the road and I noticed him in time to stop and say hey. I pulled onto the shoulder, which turned out to be soft sand, which my car totally got stuck in. Took me like 15 minutes to dig myself out and pile enough rocks under the tires to scooch back onto the road. Desert Puppy just hung out and cocked a quizzical ear at me the whole time. I threw him a date, we're totally bff. 
He didn't seem to mind me getting in real close for some shots so, of course I did. I figure the next time I run into him we'll be cool enough that I can sneak him into my car and bring him home. 

I also had a bonus this trip; I saw a tarantula in the wild! The wild highways of Death Valley! So of course I screeched to a halt and played Goofy traffic cop.

I can't believe that none of the people who passed me wanted to stop and see this shit. It was awesome. Tarantulas in the wild are so much more alive than caged tarantualas, you know what I mean man? Yeah you do.

I'm not about to step on him, I swear. I just wanted to see if he'd go after it. He didn't, but neither did it deter him. Brave little toaster, there.

See? He's fine. He even creeped off into the sunset.