4th Of July

We headed down to Riverfront Park in North Little Rock to find a place to watch the annual Pops On The River fireworks show that is held on Independence Day. After driving through traffic and finding a place to park, I realized that I forgot to bring my tripod. Whoops!

We sat up our chairs along the River Trail, and I used a concrete bollard as a sort of makeshift tripod. It was placed there rather precariously, so I spent most of the time before the show started making sure it didn't tumble off the bollard and also making sure my six year old didn't run off into the river. It managed to work ok, since I was able to capture some non-blurry pictures of fireworks that night....

Downtown In Infrared

While heading home I decided to quick swing through downtown Little Rock with the infrared camera to try to get a few pictures. The first stop was the venerable old Pulaski County Courthouse, which dates back to 1887.



And about a century after the courthouse was built, its neighbor the Stephens Building was constructed (in 1985). At 25 stories, it's the fourth tallest building in Little Rock.



And then across the street from the Stephens Building is the Old State House, which was built between 1832-1842 as the first capitol building for the state of Arkansas.



And then just down the road is the art deco Robinson Center, built in 1939. This was taken from the small park across the street:

The Old Sheridan Barn

A really good photographer that I follow on Instagram recently posted a picture of a grand old barn near Sheridan, which was sadly starting to fall apart. I reached out and she was kind enough to point me in its direction. So one Sunday afternoon I hurried over to get a few pictures before more of it collapses. But along the way I stopped by an old church near Alexander, which has also been left alone and abandoned.





I drove south and eventually reached the old barn. It sits right outside of Sheridan, which has a population of about 5,000 and is the county seat of Grant County. It looks like the loft inside the barn has collapsed, along with some of the interior walls. The shell of the exterior is still holding up, but who knows for how much longer.





It is a very photogenic old barn. I wish I had the opportunity to get pictures of it earlier.







My apologies for posting so many pictures of just one barn, but it was such an interesting old place that I couldn't help but take a ton of pictures...



Advertisements used to hang on both side of the old barn. The ads on one side were completely faded and gone. But on the other side there remained the remnants of few previous signs (one for a bank and the other for real estate, maybe?).





Scattered around the barn were pieces of the metal roof, which had curled and twisted off from the barn like they were peeled off with an old-timey can-opener.





I headed back to the car and the welcome embrace of air-conditioning, and started to drive back home. But along the way I made a quick stop along this road that seemed to go through a tunnel of overhanging trees.



And then I quickly pulled over to get a picture of this abandoned building, which may have once been a market (according to a sign that was almost completely covered by vegetation).







And one last shot, before heading back to Little Rock:

Intruders In The Dirt: The Architecture and Landscape of the Arkansas Delta

I'm excited to announce that an exhibition of my photography has just opened at the Laman Library in North Little Rock. It includes 33 pictures taken over the past 10 years, which showcases the architecture and landscape of the Arkansas Delta. Many of the photos in the exhibition are of buildings and structures that have been abandoned or are threatened to be torn down. Included in the show are notable places like the Hotel Pines and the Saenger Theater in Pine Bluff, and the Riceland Hotel in Stuttgart. But the exhibition also includes humble and seemingly forgotten places like abandoned farmhouses and country churches. Several of the places that have been photographed have since been torn down or destroyed since the photos were taken.



The Delta region contains a rich and vibrant history, but many of the Delta's historical places could soon be lost. The goal of this project was to showcase these places, in the hopes that some of them could be saved. And if that isn't possible, to document them before they are lost forever.



This exhibition was orginially supposed to debut in 2020, but has been delayed twice thanks to stuff like the pandemic. I'm so happy that it is finally up on the walls. I humbly invite anyone who reads this to please visit the Laman Library (2801 Orange Street in North Little Rock), the gallery is on the second floor. The exhibit will be up until September 23. There will be an opening reception on Friday, July 22nd from 5:30 to 7:30.



Here's the Artist's Statement that I put together for the show. I hope anyone reading this can check out the show at Laman Library, from now until September. Thanks!

Even though I had permission to be there, it felt like I was breaking and entering. That was mostly because I was entering via a broken window, like a thief in the night. The remains of the wooden boards that once covered the window had already been roughly kicked aside and were scattered on the ground amongst a mosaic of broken glass, which popped and cracked as I carefully stepped through. It felt eerie and wrong, like I was entering a neglected tomb.

Beyond was the lobby of a once grand hotel, which had been left abandoned for several decades. Its current condition was rough, a far cry from the luxurious landmark that it once was. The fine marble floors were covered with a thick layer of dust and debris. The stained glass in the skylight was gone, and rain water had been allowed to pour through holes in the roof. The marble steps were fractured and crumbling. There was that sweet and pungent smell of decay, and an eerie stillness that muffled the sounds of the street outside. Cool air that was caught on a current passed through the building with a chill, like a ghost sweeping by. Above all was that pervasive sense of melancholy that seems to infect all forgotten places.

The hotel was the Hotel Pines in Pine Bluff, which opened in 1913 but closed in 1970. After decades of abandonment, it was sold in 2017 and plans have been made for its revival. But other buildings in the Arkansas Delta are not so lucky. Just a few blocks from the Hotel Pines is the old Saenger Theater, an architectural masterpiece that is crumbling away. Every year, more homes and buildings in the Delta are lost to arson, the bulldozer or just the unending assault of gravity and weather on weary structures.



The Delta region of eastern Arkansas is an area filled with rich history and culture. But economic and cultural changes have led to a steep decline in population in many Delta communities. Once bustling cities now have boarded up and closed downtowns, and many old homes and churches are abandoned and empty. These buildings and places represent generations of lives; of people who lived, suffered, rejoiced, and worked amongst these ruins.



This project was undertaken in order to help showcase the architecture of the Delta, with a focus on its historic and abandoned structures. The hope is that these photographs might help bring attention to these places, and perhaps even help in some of them being saved. And if that is not possible, to at least document them before they disappear. There is no way to replace a structure once it is gone, but a small capture of time that is preserved in a photograph can suggest, in a merest whisper, that somehow we might be able to hold onto a place for just a little bit longer.



These photographs were taken with either a Canon 6D, an Olympus E-30 or an Olympus EM-5, between 2012 and 2022. They represent several thousand miles driven across the state, and hours of work spent researching and editing. I would like to thank Richard Theilig and everyone at the Laman Library for hosting this exhibition. It’s a honor for me to have my photographs on display at my hometown library, near where I used to read books in the children’s section or did research in high school.



And I can not thank enough my wife Caroline for her encouragement and infinite patience. And also my sons Jonah and Elliott for all the time I spent away driving out towards old buildings. I would never have been able to take these pictures, or put on this show, without their support.

Arbor Hills

A few weeks back we traveled to Dallas for a little reunion with my wife's family. It was the first reunion they've had in two years thanks to Covid, and our first opportunity to do a longish road trip with our nearly two year old toddler (it went...OK). Unfortunately my beloved FC Dallas wasn't playing at home the weekend we were there (of course), but we did make a visit to the National Soccer Hall of Fame that is at the FC Dallas stadium.

One day when it wasn't too hot (only 90 instead of 107), we made a visit to the Arbor Hills Nature Preserve in Plano. The preserve is a 200-acre park situated amongst the sprawling suburbs, and features several paved and unpaved walking trails through a forest and along a creek. This is along one of the trails, taken with the infrared camera:

A Drive In The Delta

I had the day off from work, so I took advantage and made one more drive into the Delta of eastern Arkansas. The main purpose of the trip was to visit the old Bacon Hotel (the subject of the previous post here), but I hoped to squeeze in a few other neat places. It was a typical summer day in Arkansas - hot and humid and usually fairly miserable when you weren't sitting in air conditioning. So luckily the car AC was working well as I drove along. The first stop was the small town of Olyphant, which still has this old cotton gin. The gin sits near the site of the last train robbery in Arkansas, back in 1893.



On November 3, 1893, a 7-car train from the St. Louis, Iron Mountain and Southern Railway pulled over on a sidetrack to allow another train to pass around 10 PM. The train was running from Poplar Bluff to Little Rock, and was mostly filled with wealthy tourists who had just attended the World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago. Three men boarded the train and robbed the passengers of about $6,000, and then shot and killed the conductor. The search for the robbers was widely covered at the time, and they were captured a few months later and sentenced to death for the crime. The train tracks still run through Olyphant.



I went back to the car and headed east. I stopped by the old Weldon Cotton Gin, which was built in 1939 but ceased operations in the 1980s. It still sits, rusting away but still in fairly good shape.







The inside of the gin still had all the old machinery, which looked massive and took up most of the interior. I pointed the camera through the windows and tried to get a few shots.





I was startled when the current resident of the gin (I think it was an owl) got annoyed at my taking pictures and flew off with a loud crash of wings.



Parked nearby was this old GMC truck, left to rust away under the shade of a tree.



I hurried back to the car and the AC, but made another stop at an old abandoned church. I've gotten a few shots here over the years, and was sad to see that it is looked pretty rough now. The doors have been boarded up (presumably for safety reasons), and it looks like the building may collapse at any moment. It's sad to see a great structure like this being so close to being lost.



I headed on, making another quick stop at these small silos along the side of the road.



From there I reached Whitehall and stopped at the old Bacon Hotel. After wading through tick-filled grass, I headed back to the car and headed south towards the freeway. Along the way I stopped again at this old business, which looked to have been closed for awhile.



I next headed through the small town of Cotton Plant, which used to have some great old historic buildings in it. But unfortunately, the town has recently been the victim of an arsonist who has burned down several old and abandoned properties. It is a shame, and a depressing reminder of how fragile some of these old structures are and how quickly they can be destroyed and lost.



Before getting back onto the freeway, I stopped by one last old building. This old home, which may have been a sharecropper cabin at one point, was sitting along a dusty dirt road.