I am so very attracted visually to texture. As such I find myself often photographing peeling paint and crumbling walls. I drive out into the desert and explore; "leave only footprints – take only photographs."
Sometimes I'll see something and it's so beautiful to me that it causes me physical pain, it's so beautiful that it hurts. I don't really know what it is about these locations that pulls me. I feel like I'm a part of the history of these places; I'm a sentence in their story.
They really do become alive to me, and each seems to have something to say – a seperate message and meaning for sticking around after being left alone for so long. I don't see objects or fossils, I see a tale that has paused halfway through. As these buildings and things are taken back by the desert, slowly drying and cracking, they seem to become more whole to me.
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photography, photo-journalism, documentary