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. Continuation of series, images 25-28.

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The sky darkened, took on a strange cast. Wind kicked up the dirt, tumbleweeds high in the air. He feared the cabin would lift clean away, taking him with it. Grateful only the barn was lost.

If the Walls Could Talk series #25

The Final InsultI've been shooting this barn for 4 years. I knew one day I'd go back and find it had finally lost it's battle with the elements. But I didn't expect to be so saddened. It's sort of like losing an old friend. Soon, it will be completely collapsed.

Wind blowing down from the mountain. Nothin’ between here and there to stop it. Ice like buckshot against the window glass. He stokes the fire, sets the coffee to heatin’. Waits for the warmth it’ll bring.

If the Walls Could Talk series # 26

Eyesight is failing now. She doesn’t see the tattered edges of the curtains, cobwebs in the corners, dust on the floor. Neighbors look in on her from to time. Mostly she sits alone. Remembering.
If the Walls Could talk series #27

If The Walls Could Talk series # 26Eyesight is failing now. She doesn’t see the tattered edges of the curtains, cobwebs in the corners, dust on the floor. Neighbors look in on her from to time. Mostly she sits alone. Remembering.

Didn’t have two nickels to rub together. Never did. But they had each other. It was all either of them ever needed.

If the Walls Could talk series # 28

To Be Continued...