One of the things that I love about lomography.com is that I can get completely lost in other worlds. For someone who has spent a lifetime trapped in suburbia and has only had a few opportunities for a brief escape, the places that are some people’s own backyards are often my idea of an exotic paradise.
In Bowling Green, Kentucky you have to learn to ignore the potholes in the roads, the orange traffic cones on every other street and the dilapidated building across the street from me that I’m pretty sure doubles as a meth lab. I do have one thing that keeps me sane: my friends. You can bond really well when other people hate their surroundings as much as you.
When every music venue in town closes down within 3 months, the nearest bar is called “Hot Mama’s Roadhouse” and most of the students at your university spend every weekend vomiting at frat parties, your idea of fun can be pretty simple. A bonfire, a small house show or a summer afternoon sitting on your friend’s front porch is what happens when you’re bored in small-town U.S.A.