When I look at old photos, ones that are yellowing, crumbling, dusty, I can’t help comparing them to my own work.
Because I love old things. I actively seek out ruins and aging structures because I wonder at the hidden history of our world, the things that will never be recorded in any textbook: the memories and events that centered on the rearing of barns and houses, the families and neighbors that flourished and vanished, leaving the buildings behind to sag and weather under the twin hammers of time and the elements.
And some day the structures too will vanish and only the images will remain. What memories will they create?
Exposure Data: ISO 200, f/8, 1/320