All Locked Up

She holds the lock
Originally uploaded by sara furey

I held this lock in Leadville, Colorado in the cold month of March. Then I walked around the corner and found a Catholic Church, named St. Joseph's, which is my grandfather's name. Joe Magee is quite the devout Catholic if ever there was one.... Anyway, like I was saying, I found this church and it too was locked (bummer, its really terribly cold and windy up here this time of year) but outside there was a statue of Mary, with rosary beads wrapped up in her frigid stone hands. I'm not the best Catholic, but I grabbed the beads and remembered what prayers I could, and made up the rest as I went along.. I know my verses weren't exact, but my heart was in the right place, and if I were Protestant or Presbyterian, well, that would count for a great deal of faith. Not necessarily to everyone, but to me.. well, it was a valiant and genuinely heartfelt effort in connecting with some sort of higher sprit. I needed it.

In any case, I went to Leadville to photograph the textures of old saloons and rusty broken down pick up trucks. I came to the realization one day (FINALLY) that all these years I have been searching for interesting textures in broken down old place because I felt so numb, and I needed to feel SOMETHING- ANYTHING. The fact that I was walking down Main Street in this sad old mining town and got a bad splinter as I ran my hand along old wooden doors and
fense posts help spark this brilliant revelation.

So was there a point to this blog? Well, let's see, I spoke to God, via a snowy statue of Mary, and He actually answered me, and sent me some rather loud signs to reconfirm my faith that occasionally things will get better and will work out for me. I dont take that many macro photos of old shit anymore, I think I might have finally gotten it out of my system, and splinters suck. And the lock, well, I'll let you insert your own Bob Dylanesque allegory.