At The Abandoned Gravel Pit In Sheer Brown Stockings
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At The Abandoned Gravel Pit In Sheer Brown Stockings
We came back to the gravel pit because the first set worked so well.
There is something about a place like that, half forgotten, half reclaimed by nature, that keeps pulling you back. The rubble is still there, the concrete is still cracked, but the weeds have grown taller. Time has moved on at the pit even while the world outside it moved on faster. That is part of what makes it such a good location. It stays the same, but it also grows older around you.
The sheer brown stockings are the same choice as before, and they still work. Brown against gravel, brown against dirt, brown against the warm light of a late afternoon sun. In a different location, brown stockings can look subdued. Out here, they look like a deliberate part of the landscape. Almost as if the girl and the ground were in on it together.
The difference with this set is the framing. The camera is a little closer, the poses are a little more relaxed, and the girl seems less aware of the lens than she did the first time. That is what happens when a photographer and a location become familiar. The pressure drops, the results get looser, and often the images get better.
Coming back to a location a second time is always interesting. You have expectations, and the place either meets them or it does not. In this case, it did. The pit delivered everything it did the first time, plus the small changes that come with another year of weather and another set of eyes on the scene.
Real life images of real life women wearing and flashing nylons in public locations. Some places are one time only, others become part of the story. The gravel pit is the second kind.
