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January 2023 favorite photograph


As promised, I am starting my favorites of 2023. This month is January, and I had 162 photos to choose from. As I suspected, this one would be tough for me to do. Not only this month but the future months and posts I will be doing.

Below is a link to all the pictures I took in January 2023. Here are the questions I ask of you as the reader once you review the picture I chose above and when you review the other 161 photographs I took that month. Here are the questions I would like answered. First, what are your opinions on the photograph I chose? Which one would you have chosen for the month and why? Finally, does my favorite rank high based on the entirety of my months’ work? Why or why not?

In January, I took a ride with my friend Amanda to visit her area of town. I also went to visit her grandmother’s house, that was slowly falling apart. I also had multiple hikes. Each place I went, I had my camera and tried my best to document what I saw. Some good, some bad and most average.

I had three contenders for my top choice, but ultimately, I needed to make a single choice.

I took the shot above on January 16th at 10:47am. My friend Amanda was driving us around her old stomping ground when we stopped at her father’s local hangout, which is a small food mart. This small place is in Sulphur, Indiana.

Drawn to its chipped paint and faded lettering, a cracked inscription, captured in monochrome, became a portal to memories woven through this corner of this small town. Meeting the owner while my friend poured a steaming cup of coffee, I felt the familiar charm of the place seep into my bones. Like stepping back into the cozy embrace of our local food mart, this broken sign held a story, a heartbeat, of home. More than just an image, it unlocked a flood of memories. 

Black and white accentuated the cracks and whispers of this broken sign, drawing me into its story, which I found out later once I met the owner, who is my neighbor. But the heart of it all lay in the memories it unearthed. I saw beyond the brokenness, capturing the essence of a time long forgotten with my camera.

Home of Donnie’s Famous chili, you can read more about this location in this article - https://scotthutcheson.typepad.com/scott_hutcheson/2006/03/donnies-famous-chili-sulfur.html

Links to all my January 2023 pictures - https://500px.com/p/timbindner/galleries/january-2023-1

Until next time,

Tim

 


Comments

  1. I agree with the contrast in black/white... it really draws out the lettering. Not being involved in the conversation I cannot connect to the familiar feelings and memories that this image may give; it gives me more of an early 20th century movie type feel though of a small town that has seen many years of change, once bustling with people on a Friday or Saturday evening to meet friends and family at this diner but has now faded to quieter times as people have moved away.

    Though I tend to lean more towards nature/barn photography, I will agree that this is probably my favorite from your January collection. It speaks more untold stories that make me yearn to know more about its past.

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