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 93-96.
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Bitter pain. A broken heart. He is a healer. How could he not save his own son?
If the Walls Could Talk series # 93
Told her he’d be back in a day or two. Storm blew in a few hours later. Been three years now. Neighbors help where they can.
If the Walls Could Talk series # 94
Winter BeginsMormon Row barn in first snowstorm of the season, Grand Tetons National Park. For me, this image invokes the sound of sleigh bells. I expect to see a sleigh with a blanket wrapped family ride into the scene at any moment. TA Moulton Barn.
Always underfoot. Couldn’t wait to get big and help Pa like her brothers did. Never dreamed it would be hers one day. Worked the place like her life depended on it.
If the Walls Could Talk series # 95
Red BarnsRed Barns, south eastern Colorado plains.
It was cruel, the lies that brought them here. The only thing fertile about the land was the people trying to farm it.
If the Walls Could Talk series # 96
