Sunday, March 2, 2008

Back to Preston Castle Pt 1

Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.
William Shakespeare

A couple of weeks ago through an odd series of circumstances I lost most of my photos from Preston Castle. So when I found out they were open again for tours, I decided to go. All I can say is thank you Olympus for putting Live View on your DSLRs as I was able to take shots using it and a tripod with success. I had a different perspective this time and shot different photos then my first set. Three hours went by in a blur and it was time to go. I'll probably return in 2 weeks to finish the shoot.

After I was talking to the docents about Preston, its history, and their efforts to restore it. The concept of it as having a beauty in relationship to it's being photographed was discussed and the irony that in it's dishevelled state it has an eerie beauty that it never had when it was new. One of the docent's shared though that people who had been there as inmates feel that they would it just as soon fall into a pile of rubble then be restored.

BTW: Photographers aren't the only ones who find something eerie about Preston. Apparently parapsychologist or ghost hunters if you will have discovered it and are investigating in hordes. There were several people there yesterday with that intent and some who have come out for evening visits. More on that next entry.

Joe McMurrian, "Broken Window Blues":

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