I should probably post the original version of this picture. I might, but for now this is the one was ready. I like it. The faded sides. The faded look. Probably what is best suited for this old piano. I can’t imagine what kind of life it had, but the life now is only remnants of what once was.
This piano actually sits in an old abandoned motel. I won’t say the name, it is already too popular. I won’t say the location, if you’ve been to Indiana and on either of the main roads that it resides…you’ve seen it. You really can’t miss it. It sits where it has sat for decades. I’m not sure how long it has been abandoned, but it has been many of years.
They left a piano? Yes, they left everything. And I do mean everything. The beds, the chairs, the tables, the TVs, the phones. They’ve left it all. To become nothing more than a victim of time and a victim of the rude. If you could not tell by the picture above, maybe the one below will help. That is right, a motel fenced up….because much like walls…fences accomplish very little where there is determination. Oops, did I say that? Soapboxes, so I will back to my original point. The fence, pointless. As you can tell, I was clearly able to get in…and with no effort. Someone had bent and pulled enough that there was a nice little gap that I was able to walk right through. No bending, no squeezing, not struggling whatsoever. Perfect little entrance way for a nosy little photographer looking for something out of the ordinary, everyday safety zone she stays in. So, I took advantage and got a little nosy.
This piano was on the first floor, right inside the door. It was dark. There was broken glass everywhere. Broken furniture. Broken Doors. Broken TVs. The ceiling was falling down. It was unsettling, but the part that scared me most…the graffiti covered walls. I could handle that might run into some eerie ghosts, or ghost like noises. Maybe even shadow people, but I believe in shadow people slightly less than I believe in ghosts. No, I was by myself so I was worried about what kind of freaks were hiding out in the hidden crevices of the first floor. So, as fearless as I tend to be…being by myself, I kept to the areas that I could see and I stayed on the first floor. Maybe I will go back…with backup, but for now… for now I am content with what I have.
I really liked this piano, though, and I’m not sure that I did it justice. I was a little worried about also getting in trouble for being there, so I was trying to explore while hurrying. This piano though. I know that it is not an old, grand piano like you would find in some very old Victorian style home, but there was something about it.
Maybe it was the way it just sat there in the dark. The way the keys looked as if they were being played. Knowing that once, someone probably sat behind those keys and played some Bach or Beethoven. “Piano Sonata No. 11” By Mozart. Probably “Piano Man” by Billy Joel. Or it could have just sat there and collected dust as patrons passed by it. Something to get it use to its now current condition. I don’t know.
Either way, there was something about the piano and I’ll probably just go back to get that one shot that does it justice. For now, I leave the above shots for you to enjoy and I hope you do.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography