I've made hundreds of images over the years of old, abandoned homesteads, houses and barns. I am intrigued, not just by the buildings, but by the lives of the people who may have lived and worked in them.  I often imagine a story, a scenario of what might have been inside these crumbling walls, giving breath once again to the people who called it home. These are my stories, brief glimpses into the past.

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She wished for gingham for the windows. He hitched up the wagon. He'll see that she has it.  (If the Walls Could Talk series #1)

Somewhere Near Pawnee ButtesShe wished for gingham for the windows. He hitched up the wagon. He'll see that she has it.
If the Walls Could Talk series #1

Sometimes he would hear a window open, or catch a fleeting glimpse of a white skirt hem. He was buried years ago, but she had promised she would never leave. (If the Walls Could Talk series #2)

Old HomesteadSometimes he would hear a window open, or catch a fleeting glimpse of a white skirt hem. He was buried years ago, but she had promised she would never leave.
If the Walls Could Talk series #2

She made the best strawberry pie in the county. Everybody said so. If she could just keep that rascal Billy from snatching the berries off it till after supper.
(If the Walls Could Talk series #3) 

It was cold in the winter, and hot as blazes in the summer. Folks worried about him. Grandpa said till it fell down around his ears, it'd be good enough for him.
(If the Walls Could Talk series #4)

Coal Miner's CabinIt was cold in the winter, and hot as blazes in the summer. Folks worried about him. Grandpa said till it fell down around his ears, it'd be good enough for him.
If the Walls Could Talk series #4
Ohio Pass, near Gunnison, Colorado

To be continued....