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 77-80.

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She’s made peace with the sounds of the night. The howl of coyotes, wind in the trees. It’s the silence before the storm that wakes her.

If the Walls Could Talk series # 77

Built the grand house he promised. Planted trees for shade. Still, she never thought of this desolate, endless prairie as home.

If the Walls Could talk series # 78

Wasn’t much of a farmer. Little he had never amounted to much. Calloused hands and debt the sum of it. 

If the Walls Could Talk series #79

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Layers of dirt built up on the floor. Makes its way through holes in the roof. Carried by wind through windows long relieved of glass.  Only the mice disturb it. 

If the Walls Could Talk series #80

To be continued...