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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Winter dried sage, prairie grass crunches underfoot.  Wind kicks up little dust devils. Silence disturbed by occasional bird call, the creaking of a wooden gate on rusty hinges.  

If the Walls Could Talk series Vol 2 #13

Carefully sets two porcelain cups, rimmed in gold and patterned in pink roses, on the scarred pine table. Boils water for the last of the tea in the tin. Rarely gets visitors these days.  

If the Walls Could Talk series Vol 2 # 14 

Rained like the Good Lord was wringin’ out the clouds. Stopped five times on the way to town to scrape mud off the old mule’s hooves.

If the Walls Could Talk series Vol 2 #15   

Three years since he come upon it. Run the critters out and took it for himself. Lived alone. Couldn't tolerate the noise of others. Was as harsh and unforgiving as the land he stood on.

If the Walls Could Talk series Vol 2 # 16   

To be continued...