I miss the days of the motels without the internal, sterilized corridors where people pass with averted eyes. Let’s step right outside the door to the room to have a smoke and catch that thick Georgia air. The cherry on top would be the sounds of kids playing chicken in the pool, while their parents make good use of that discount on the double queen room.
Places of nostalgia tend to draw me in. As a kid, I was excited to stay at one of the places during those summer trips to see family. There was always some sort of movement or activity. All I needed was a pool to break up those monotonous days in the car playing the license plate with my cousins because there was nothing else to do. If my grandfather had his way, we’d be at a Holiday Inn and I knew I’d be set with freedom…I mean pool.
I remember the glory days of this Quality Inn. After church on Sundays, the buffet would be packed. Over the decades, this spot has changed hands plenty of times. So it was fun to randomly stop one day and walk around with an expired roll of Kodak Gold in my camera. The place is run down and has plenty of weird characters hanging around. Kinda like 20 year old film pushed a bit more than it should be. I dipped out pretty quickly once the owner’s dog started barking and growling at me through one of the windows. It was good times.
I wasn’t sure how things would turn out pushing an expired roll of film that hadn’t been stored well. So I metered all the shots to be a bit on the overexposed side of things. I’m happy with having no expectations from shooting old film from eBay. Now to figure out what the other 11 expired rolls will be used for. Until then, enjoy your stay at the Quality Trap Inn.