This photo was chosen, in part, by a random selection by photojournalist, Jenn LeBlanc with the # 57
This photograph was taken while I was scouting the Denver industrial neighborhoods as part of a photojournalism class with Kenn Bisio at MSCD. At first I didn’t know what it was and it freaked me out a little. Was it a dog? or a cat? I’m still not sure.
I stood there staring death in the face and I realized that it seemed to symbolize the slow decay of the area I was exploring. Abandoned factories, houses, parks and parking lots scattered the landscape around me and this dead animal. It also seemed to stir some childhood instincts because I had the urge to poke it with a stick. Luckily, I resisted.
Funny how that number, my number, brought us all together so randomly of all the possibilities in what must be an enormous archive.
I love it.