24 Photos From New York: An Analog Annal

This November I spent a week hanging out with family and friends in Rochester and Buffalo, New York. Photography-wise, I purposely left my DSLR at home so I would be forced to use the Polaroid Spectra and 600 I had packed.

This post includes shots from Holy Sepulchre Cemetery (Rochester), Mount Hope Cemetery (Rochester), Thomas E. Burger Funeral Home (Hilton), University of Rochester, Eastman Kodak (Rochester), Forest Lawn Cemetery (Buffalo), and the abandoned aqueduct and subway tunnels of Rochester. I’m really happy with how they turned out. Enjoy!

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Double Exposure Inside the Christ Our Light Mausoleum at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

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Double Exposure of My Grandparents’ Marker at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

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Mom at Grandma and Grandpa’s Grave in Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

Images from Mount Hope Cemetery:

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Doug Showing Dad the Horse Drawn Hearse at Thomas E. Burger Funeral Home

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Outside an Old U of R Tunnel, Expired Film, Photo by Deena Viviani

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Tunnel Window Figure, U of R Campus, Expired Film

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Inside the U of R Tunnel, Expired Film

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Tunnel Cat, U of R, Expired Film

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Double Exposure, George Eastman’s Monument, Kodak Park

Images from Forest Lawn Cemetery:

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Abandoned Subway Tour

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Abandoned Subway

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Double Exposure Abandoned Subway and Arch

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Precarious Walkway at the Aqueduct

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The Clown Motel Meets Harold & Maude: An Analog Annal

A few months back I took a road trip through Nevada and up to California’s Bay Area. I spent the night in Tonopah, NV at the infamous Clown Motel, then went on an unofficial tour of some Harold and Maude filming locations once I made it up to Colma, CA and the surrounding area.

Although I’ve already posted a bunch of digital shots from this road trip, these instant film randoms have been collecting dust, just waiting to be scanned. I’m heading out of town tomorrow and figured I should post ’em before they’re buried under dozens of Rochester memories. Enjoy!

The Clown Motel in Tonopah, NV -- Impossible 600 color film that I left in my hot car after processing

The Clown Motel in Tonopah, NV — Impossible 600 color film that I left in my hot car after processing

Life-size clown in the Clown Motel's lobby.

Life-size clown in the Clown Motel’s lobby.

Clown Motel selfie.

Clown Motel selfie.

Clown Motel remnants.

Clown Motel remnants.

At Holy Cross Cemetery in Colma, CA. The clearing used to be home to a large tree, featured prominently in Harold and Maude in the scene where Harold first sees Maude at the cemetery.

At Holy Cross Cemetery in Colma, CA. The clearing used to be home to a large tree, featured prominently in Harold and Maude in the scene where Harold first sees Maude at the cemetery. — expired Impossible SX-70 film

Also from Holy Cross Cemetery in Colma. -- expired Impossible 600 film

Also from Holy Cross Cemetery in Colma. — expired Impossible SX-70 film

At Holy Cross Cemetery, standing where Harold was when he spotted Maude for the first time at the cemetery. -- expired Impossible film

At Holy Cross Cemetery, standing where Harold was when he spotted Maude for the first time at the cemetery. — expired Impossible SX-70 film

I figured I should take a shot with a camera that would've been in production around the time that Harold and Maude was being filmed. Enter the Polaroid Big Shot! Holy Cross Cemetery, Colma, CA

I figured I should take a photo with a camera that would’ve been in production around the time that Harold and Maude was being filmed. Enter the Polaroid Big Shot! Holy Cross Cemetery, Colma, CA

Pet Cemetery Backpack: An Analog Animal Annal

NOTE: If viewing pet cemetery backpacks and the contents of pet cemetery backpacks brings you feelings of discomfort you don’t want to deal with at this time, stop reading now. Do not look at the photos contained within this post. Do not visit the Boulder City Pet Cemetery. Do not, under any circumstances, poke around unattended luggage of any kind. Cheers!

Saturday, June 6th, 2015.

Paul and I drove out to the off grid pet cemetery near Boulder City, NV. I made a beeline for the last known location of the mysterious, exhumed-but-still-zipped-up L.L.Bean backpack. There it was! But now it was unzipped…and empty?!?

Empty Grave

Empty Grave

Empty Backpack

Empty Backpack

Empty Duct Taped Blanket and Garbage Bag

Empty Duct Taped Blanket and Garbage Bag

The blanket and garbage bag bundle had been dragged and torn. Who had been wrapped up in there? The first clue presented as tufts of tan fur scattered around the parcel, the second an almost mummified scapula sitting on top of it.

Paul wandered off into the depths of the graveyard while I scanned the desert floor for signs of critter activity. A few minutes later he returned and commented on how bad it smelled downwind from where I stood. Assuming it wasn’t me, I asked him where he noticed it. We didn’t have to walk far before our little friend made himself/herself quite obvious.

(FINAL WARNING, GUYS!)

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We were using our Polaroid Spectra cameras and playing with a crazy filter/accessory kit on this fine day. That's why you get to see our little friend five more times (seven if you count double exposures).

We were using our Polaroid Spectra cameras and playing with a crazy filter/accessory kit on this fine day. That’s why you get to see our little friend five more times (seven if you count double exposures).

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Change is Constant: Saying Goodbye to the Riviera

In 2004 I visited Las Vegas for the first time and life changed.

My friend Alicia and I attended the National Organization for Women’s national conference with our Rochester chapter in July of that year. Of all places, it was held at the Riviera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, a land of wanton irresponsibility and showgirl tuckus worship. We were very excited.

We listened to sex workers’ rights group members and Dar Williams. Alicia took me to the spas at Mandalay Bay and Caesars Palace (before its multi-million dollar renovation). I dragged my dear Alicia to Quark’s Bar and Star Trek:The Experience at the Las Vegas Hilton (may their souls rest in peace), where we met snarky Klingons and drank blue liquids. This city held almost all of my favortie things, executed at such a high level of no-holds-barred-fuck-it-we’re-doing-this. I was in love.

As far as life changing goes: Vegas 2004 convinced me to enroll in massage therapy school the following year, and this career shift has played an integral part in where life has taken me, and in who I am today. Then came the big move to a warmer climate with job opportunities and stucco houses in 2007, free from snow and without regret.

On May 4th, 2015, the Riviera will close for good to make way for a Convention Center expansion. For old times sake, Paul and I paid our respects on April 21st. Here are some images (mostly) from that day, taken using my Polaroid 600…

A sign of the times.

A Sign of the Times

Showgirl assets.

Showgirl Assets

Showroom Neon

Facing the Future

Neon Its Head

Neon Its Head

On the Outside, Looking In

On the Outside, Looking In

Last Meal

Last Meal

The End of an Era

The End of an Era

Cashing Out

Cashing Out

Rochester Cemetery Adventures: An Analog Annal

Rochester, NY, March 2015.

Despite the rain, snow and cold, I was bound and determined to be at a cemetery when I tried out my new stash of Impossible black and white (generation 2.0) film while visiting my family in New York last week. These photos were taken with my plastic body Polaroid 600 over the course of three days (all chilly, all overcast).

Here are all eight shots from the pack, fuck-ups and all…

Mt. Hope Cemetery

God is in The Rain, Mt. Hope Cemetery

Angels We Have Heard on High Contrast, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

Angels We Have Heard on High Contrast, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

Oh Baby!, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

Oh Baby!, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

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Melasma, Mt. Hope Cemetery

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Take These Broken Wings, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

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Dark Lady, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

Riverside Riotgrrl, Riverside Cemetery

Riverside Riotgrrl, Riverside Cemetery

Seriously, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

The Breast of Times, Holy Sepulchre Cemetery

Friday the 13th in Kelso: An Analog Annal

Kelso, CA, March 2015.

We were creepin’ in the abandoned house when the battery in my Rebel T2i conked out. I grabbed my Polaroid from the back seat and loaded it with a fresh cartridge of black and white round frame goodness. Here are all eight shots from that pack, fuck-ups and all…

Kinda, huh?

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7-UP

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So Tired

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🙂

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Oodles of Poodles

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MOM

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Shake the Shot

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Back Door Cam

About hObsessions

Hobbies-Turned-Obsessions. I seek out cemeteries, urban decay, beautiful old things and the random oddity. Words and images follow.

After years of blogging about mostly work-related subject matter, the need has arisen for a personal thought depository of sorts.

Sweet Jesus, this is going to be random.

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