I am particularly sensitive to nature and its death, decay, and rebirth cycles. Loving its continual change and growth even in the harshest of winters come spring. It reminds me of living, growing, changing, dying, and becoming ..just as we do in everyday life…this is life. A lot of my photography work show cases abandon buildings and warehouses that I have come across in my journeys. I don’t real
ly know how to explain the connection I feel with them. I guess they help me see that anything can be beautiful, it just depends on how you look at it. Even though they were broken down and beaten in someone one lived there, someone once loved it, and cared for it. I could tell by the tattered white lace curtains left behind that swayed beautifully in the wind from the broken window that it covered or from the old doll that was left in the back bedroom that seem perfectly placed. To think that I can make it beautiful again and appreciate what many have over looked, it gives me hope that even when we are broken someone can still love us, someone could still find us beautiful. That even through the trash and filth there is still beauty in all of it, and the sun light does not judge and can make anywhere perfect if you just allow it to be...
