The Iron Fist Regime

Where Dameon Strykes was born

Photo Issue #3, Page 7


Like so many of my pictures, I thought finding a burned down building wouldn’t be hard. I had a distinct memory of frequently driving by long abandoned burned down buildings all the time. Unfortunately, whenever I passed them, I was either in a rush, or I had no camera. I actually have a list of dilapidated buildings I want to take pictures of the next time I go on a relaxing road trip.

This shot was actually taken while I was on vacation and out of town. I brought my camera so I could take touristy photos, not so I could find pictures for my comic bool. I’m very glad I did bring my camera though, as I found A LOT for my comic book on that vacation. Now I really look forward to my next big vacation, which I believe is planned to be Texas, as I hear that I will get a plethora of old creepy buildings.

Photo Issue #3, Page 6


This is easily one of my most constructed shots I’ve ever done. I found some rusty rebar, the place I was living at someone had dumped a mattress, and I went out and bought a bunch of chocolate syrup (for black and white, chocolate syrup is a good consistency to match blood). My roommate, who was also manager of the apartment, joined me, mostly so she could let other people know that they didn’t have to call that there was a madman stabbing and spraying a mattress with chocolate syrup in the parking lot. Even with her, there were still quite a few questions as to what I was doing.

I had a lot of fun. I think this is one of my best shots I have, so it was also very rewarding, even if some people at the complex looked at me differently afterwards.

Photo Issue #3, Page 5


I have had multiple field days of just strolling through graveyards. Probably not surprising that a man who writes a horror / noir comic book has an affinity for graveyards. I used to live just a couple blocks from a cemetery, and that was the place I would go for a relaxing walk. I’d often bring my dogs with me, too (don’t worry, I cleaned up any messes they made). I’ve never found them to be creepy, even with my love for zombie movies.

For anyone concerned though, I am respectful of the graves. This is not because of fear of an afterlife or upsetting the dead, but because its disrespectful to the living. I have never gone out and not seen people paying respects to the dead. I know if I came upon the grave of someone I once loved and found it defiled, I would be upset. I have no intention of causing such harm to others.

Photo Issue #3, Page 4

When I went hunting for the grave of Detective Whit, I was hoping to find just a gravestone with his name on it. As I found out wandering multiple cemeteries, Whit is not a common surname. I think I found a single gravestone with the name Whit, and it was not usable. So instead, I found this gravestone, for someone with the last name of Smith.

Before this shot, I was only using Gimp to put in the text. When I was in college, I did take a class where we spent a week on Photoshop, and since then I hadn’t really used photo-editing software. This was the first photo that I feel involved some extensive editing. 

Photo Issue #3, Page 3

Lighting is important, kids. This photo has some things out of focus because I shot this during normal bar hours. I knew there wouldn’t be anyone there, had permission, started taking shots (of both varieties). This was the best of them. I don’t think it’s bad, but part of me wishes I could come back during off hours, have them turn on all the lights, and I could go from there. Unfortunately, I don’t believe I could get that type of access anymore. Also, I’m never fully pleased with any of my photos. I always better.

Also, the words are used to censor what bar this is 3 times in this photo.

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