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David Simonton. Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1988

David Simonton, Ellis Island

David Simonton. Hospital Corridor, Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1989
David Simonton. Hospital Corridor, Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1989
David Simonton. Cot, Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1989
David Simonton. Cot, Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1989
David Simonton. Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1988
David Simonton. Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1988
David Simonton. Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1988
David Simonton. Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1988
David Simonton. Dust Pan, Morgue, Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1989
David Simonton. Dust Pan, Morgue, Ellis Island, New York Harbor, 1989

I came across these on tumblr but they’re actually a complete series on David Simonton’s website too. I’m typically bleh on ruin porn but I’m a sucker for Ellis Island photos from this time period.* I’m not sure exactly why.

*I mentioned Phillip Buehler’s series in my original Ruin Porn post but that seems to have dropped off the web.

I think it’s because of a number of things which make this more than just ruin porn—not the least of which is the skill of the photographers involved. But Ellis Island is such a specific location with a specific use case and evocative place in our history that I can feel the ghosts more.

These aren’t just any old decaying buildings. The context and history is there, framing everything, especially since these also serve as the before images for the spiffy cleaned up tourist attraction it is today.

Burning Playground O’Clock

Alex Welsh: Bayview-Hunters Point is San Francisco’s neglected neighborhood. (Photos.).

Alex Welsh

It’s interesting that Slate doesn’t mention (or if they do, it’s buried further than I skimmed) that this image has been circulating in blog posts much like this for at least five or six years.

This and other forms of implicit false photo presentism are a pretty common occurrence in the blogosphere. In the case of Vivian Maier, the same discovery happens with such regularity that we call it Vivian Maier O’clock. And the same couple of Marchand and Meffre photos crop up with a not dissimilar regularity in posts about Detroit.