Big Dreams, Little Falls.

After hours on the interstate highways we realized a desperate need for gas and food. My friends and I are on our way to Cape Cod, MA and right now we are right in the heart of New York State. We turned off the next exit which leads us in a downward spiral of roads with huge mounds of dark dirt and stone surrounding us. It eventually came to a small valley town called Little Falls. We entered the town by crossing a lone stone bridge; it seemed secluded from the outside world because all around the whole town as far as the eye could see were gigantic hills lined with forestry. It was majestic to look at in awe upwards and around. It is the sort of town that you just feel out of place when you arrive.

We stopped at the local Subway to get some food, probably the only familiar sights we would see. Jordan and I had a small serving so while the other Jordan and Leanne continued eating, we ventured around to find an open gas station.

It was still humid outside this late in the summer season, the sun was strong as ever being the only thing that is able to peek above the surrounding hillsides. We admired some of the old churches along the streets, proudly displaying their founding date chiseled into the concrete foundation. One such church had 1875 on it, with vines creeping up the front of the building, and the un-maintained roof had faded shingles from age, falling off in places to reveal the bare rotting wood it was meant to protect.

Up the street further we noticed a large clock sticking upright on a steel poll, but it was all one single whole object. We approached it to take some photographs. I took a Polaroid picture to capture the old architecture of the town, to capture the meaning of time that this town must have had and to exclude anything modern. Doing so I believe made the photograph more than what it was, more of a representation of that time.

After the Polaroid developed I inspected the picture of the clock in the photograph. The minute and the hour hands pointed just past some numbers on the face. Unmoving, and unchanging time essentially stood still. As would that moment forever.

Our visit to Little Falls, New York was short because soon after finding an open Sunoco we continued on our journey.

music to accompany the blog: Tom Waits – Time.