Thursday, January 14, 2010
Well, here's my latest hangout. It's a look at the backside of Maine Medical Center. In the Fifties, the hospital was called Maine General Hospital, and I remember visiting it on at least three occasions. Once I fell out of a tree and dislocated my shoulder, another time I broke a knuckle swinging(I'm sorry to say) in anger. Getting my tonsils was my big adventure; they both were removed in morning and I spent the rest of the day on our Washington Avenue couch sucking on popsicles. Remember, until this past January 4, I had never spent an overnight in a hospital. During those last two sleepless nights, I took a few eerie photographs of these gothic towers. I have often found the dynamic and spooky at the same time. Against the early morning murky sky, looking from the inside of the complex, they pulled your eye towards them. All of the rooms had but night lighting in them and projected forth a somewhat Stephen King-ish feel to them. The morning of the 11th, I shot this image driving away. I don't think I'll miss it!