Rust hovers in the past adding flavor to the present. Old tractors, trailers and factories dusted with rust are bookmarks from history, to be looked at again and again. I often say photographs of old architecture bring to life ghosts of the past: workers, farmers, designers and owners…; there’s a peace to it all… a rust in peace.…Continue
Long lost and timeworn, a worker’s shelter lost to the wrong space sits idle. On a gray day, with a gentle wind blowing throw the fading façade, a photographer stands still to absorb the ghostly presence of workers-past — their output long calculated in the Hilliard Mill’s account books: 1794 thru 2006, woolen goods, aircraft parts and furniture upholstery were produced in what is now the oldest wool mill in the United States.
The hourglass has turned time and time…Continue
Down lifts up once again. The view through the pines remains cluttered. The rain begins; memories fall like a new emotion. Walking in the open wind, the rain cries and worries. No such thing helps solve the once again.
Trying to change, words kept falling. Breathing hurt. The oceans rolled backwards. All was silent. Moonshine…Continue