… as opposed to urbex. Well, maybe the word ‘rurex’ doesn’t exist, but it will for now. If you want to, you can throw it away after you read my post.
Rural exploring is less evident than urban exploring. The locations are harder to find. But when I find such a site, the pleasure is unequaled.
No antique interiors, no chimneys or staircases, no bath tubs or a forgotten kitchen stove. No graffiti here; there is almost no colors at all. Nothing but a strong oak structure, the remains of an old leaking roof and the rotten wooden floor of a hayloft. This is the kind of site that screams for B&W. I wish you could see the photos printed on a matt paper such as Hahnemühle Torchon or German Etching.
You have to watch where you put your feet down because you don’t want to disturb this site, its soul or its history. Your try to leave everything as is was before you arrived. And watch out for the cobwebs … Once you’re trapped, there’s no way back …
The light enters through some small windows and through the many holes in the roof. No reason here to use HDR, because this will kill the character of the location. HDR will destroy the lovely available light. There is no need to light the darkest places. They just ask to be left in darkness.
I found this stable on an old abandoned farm somewhere in n the centre of France, in a region called La Brenne. And although I haven’t marked it on my map, one day I will return to this region and try to find it back.
Later on, I will post some photos I made in the farm-house, where, as opposed to the stable, using color was the right choice.