The thought keeps coming to me, over and over and over. This: A lot of my photographs from Short Creek look like photographs coming out of North Korea. Fleeting moments shot on the sly from a moving vehicle with no interaction between photographer and subject, or photographs of lifeless objects like discarded dresses in an empty sewing room or pallets of cardboard stacked on a deserted basketball court. I’ve collected a set of such photographs from a trip I made a year ago.
Short Creek Zine, photos by me – only 50 copies available, ever.
Full color, laser printed, 11×17 folded and unstapled, 20 photographs on 16 pages. Signed and numbered.
This scene was my reward for spending a long day driving around Short Creek looking for anything or anyone worth photographing. In fact, here is the route I drove through the day:
and here are the locations of the photos I took (all from the street, didn’t meet anyone, talk to anyone, or go into any homes):
After a few minutes the boys saw me and moved off into the darkness.