The emotional pitfalls of photographing abandoned lives.
More houses left alone and empty, a wish they could talk and an idea of how they might be given voice.
When I lived in NH, I photographed old cemeteries lot. They're some of my favorite places and you could hardly go a mile without passing one, complete with stone walls, some gorgeous gates and mausoleums. Alas, Wisconsin only became a state in 1848 and so consequently not many are old enough to have the same artistry, charm... Continue Reading →