• About
  • Archives
  • Categories
  • Archive for December 9th, 2011

    A Web Of Vines


    2011 - 12.09

    Even after years of neglect, the smell of decay, and the moist rot under foot, there is something about what once was that draws me in. White chipped paint was once brilliant and only days old. ¬†Rings of rocks still cling to the earth, holding the soil that once fed beds of flowers and herbs. My goal when photographing these structures is to show both the beauty and the age because in the end, it’s faded memories but opportunities for future dreams.