Why do I take pictures of busted windows and creepy abandoned places and objects? Because of the vigor and life these things once had. Because somebody spent hours every day for years looking out that window, sitting in that chair. Because time is unstoppable, memory is fleeting, and life goes on. But I am here, now.
My camera records evidence of the juncture between the past and the present. My intent is to call to mind an awareness of the transience of life and our place in the world.