I have many happy places, as well as many non-happy places. I guess we all have those lists. Sitting in my hot tub, happy place. Going to the mall, not a happy place. Jumping on the trampoline, happy place. Driving in traffic, not a happy place. Going to the beach, happy place. Going to a snowy place, not happy. Some happy places are obvious, while others are not. One of my happy places is being in an abandoned house or building. It sounds crazy, but take a look.
This is an abandoned church up in Maine. It was locked up tight, so no inside time here, but it was a beautiful day and many photo opportunities outside. It’s so peaceful, yet mysterious. I also got to spend some quality time with a great friend here.
Some of the best happy places don’t cost money, there’s no admission and can be a spontaneous thing to do. I have a happy place with my kids. When the weather permits twice a year, in the fall and in the spring, we sleep outside on the trampoline. My happy place in my house is standing in front to my latte machine in the kitchen. No, it’s not in anticipation of the steamed, frothy greatness that I’m about to drink. It’s because there’s a small rug there to warm my feet from the cold floor and the heater vent gently blows a soft breeze of warm air, wrapping me in an invisible blanket. I stand there every morning and count my blessings. Occasionally, one of those little blessings will stand there with me if he’s awake, as it’s his happy place too.
Some of the best things in life are free. Enjoy them. Where is your happy place? I’m going to mine right now, you should too.
A few years ago, in my “excessable” art show, I had a gift card rug made out of 1296 gifts cards from different stores. The show was in July and I left the rug in the car a little too long in the heat, melting a good portion of it.
I recently used some of the gift cards in a video shoot. I had to take them out and clean them up, as they’ve been sitting in my garage for years. I’ve added a few to the collection, with thoughts of putting the rug back together. Problem: no box tape and no retail shopping. I need to get creative with the pile of cards. I have a few ideas…
I did get creative with the pile of rotary dial phones that were used in the show. I really had no intention of keeping them, but they’re just fun to have around. I’ve used them for many photo shoots, video shoots and props. Right now, they’re a permanent art fixture in my foyer.
Here’s some of the photos…
I know it’s crazy to keep all this stuff from my art show, but it’s not in a landfill and I do use it occasionally, or some of it, all the time. I think I’ll hang on to the phones and gift cards for a while. If I do get rid of them, I’ll make sure they go to a great home.
Honestly, some of these might be more than a year old, but they’re all the same, year after year… lots of stuff. Most of these were taken in abandoned places, houses, farms, buildings, vehicles, you name it. No matter where I go with my camera, I always find lots of stuff to shoot. There’s something about each place that intrigues me, saddens me, excites me and disappoints me. Take a look.
There’s no possible way any household vacuum cleaner could possibly suck up all the crap on our floors. It begs the question, “Why do we have so much little stuff and where did it come from?”
First of all, Spongebob seems to be everywhere in our house. This pile is only the upstairs sweep, as I didn’t even make it downstairs yet. Yes, I know, it’s a little weird to share my dirt pile, but it does make you think, right? It’s like trash I Spy or trash art. Where’s Waldo maybe? He’s about the only thing that’s not in here. This motivates me to get rid of more stuff.
Oh, and a quick tip: When you clean the house, it’s good to put away the vacuum cleaner instead of leaving it next to your bed. In the morning, it looks like someone standing over you. :0