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[Photographer Mike Brodie and a couple friends] were sitting on a couch on the front porch of that punk house (because “in the South, a lot of houses have couches on the porch,” he says). As Scott casually described how a passing train was headed to New Orleans, Brodie made up his mind.
“Probably two weeks after that, I left town by myself,” he says. “I had no idea what I was doing, but I just got on a train and went somewhere.”
He brought a Polaroid Spectra and one pack of film for a three-day trip. He was 17. And that marked the beginning of a yearslong relationship with train-hopping culture and photography.
Trains, Punks, Pictures And Books You Maybe Shouldn’t Read
Photo Credit: Mike Brodie/Twin Palms
Documerica was a simple concept. In the 1970s, a newly created Environmental Protection Agency hired a bunch of freelancers to document environmental issues around the country. It wasn’t the first time the government had subsidized photography. A few decades prior, the Farm Security Administration sponsored a similar program to catalog the Great Depression.
But in some ways, it was unprecedented. For one, enthusiasm within the environmental movement, which catalyzed the creation of the EPA, was at its height — which meant interest in (and support for) this kind of program was more palpable than ever.
Plus, Gifford Hampshire, the man who created Documerica, basically gave photographers free rein to shoot whatever they wanted. (Imagine, photographers: Getting paid to hit the road and capture America in your own, personal way.)
Photo Credit: U.S. National Archives
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