The shots aren’t masterpieces, and a few of them are upsetting (with rot comes swastikas and at some point there’s a dishonesty in shooting around them), but taken together I think they capture a certain mood that’s worth capturing.
, “I recorded the spontaneous and natural joy that unites kids despite their diverse backgrounds.
Places where it feels like you went through a door and it was suddenly 1989 again. Sometimes it’s a strip mall that lost to a Wal-Mart a couple miles away.
Sometimes it’s a grocery store that went out of business and nobody ever did anything with the property.
Most essays are aimed to depict events, objects, emotions and ideas through writing.
Photo essays are quite different from such papers because they consist of many images sorted by a topic.
Usually it’s a place that feels old, out of time, cut off from the city or the highway.
The sorts of places you vaguely remember seeing as a kid, or in a dream, and when you try to find it as an adult it’s not there, or you don’t know where to start looking.
I got here too late.” Then I get home and go through the pictures, which are all right there on my computer screen, and I didn’t imagine taking them in some sepia-tinted dream about loss, and I’m ready to go back to work again.
Here are a few photos from one of those drives, where I went out looking for nothing in November of 2014.