Beauty and Forgotten Spaces - Photo Essay

I've always been drawn to forgotten spaces. An old barn, a corncrib, the farthest back room filled with old family heirlooms…they call to me. Maybe where I differ from the majority is in the ability to hear their calling.

My love of nature and color draws me to flowers, leaves, weeds and the little beasties that live there. With this photo project I have decided to combine the two and place some of the fresh beauty in unexpected places. I love the contrast and emotions they stir within me, my wish is it also moves others that take the time to immerse themselves within my images.

I’ve opted to use the rose for it’s sentiment and the somewhat somber buildings of a century farm who’s family is now gone. I feel it missing them. What do you feel?

  Being a thrifty farm family almost everything was kept and reused. An old coffee can went from holding food in the kitchen, to scooping grain in the barn and finally protecting young plants in the garden.

 An ivory rose rests upon a window frame long missing its glass. Weather has for years ravaged the wood, yet the days rain reflects only beauty.

 Out in the grove a rusty green kettle fondly remembers brewing coffee at days break.

 On a bench in the chicken coop bottles continue to keep safe long forgotten fluids.

 Spokes rusted and bent, equipment served and discarded.

  An old stove tucked away in the barn...the stickers it came with still attached, apparently better at their job of informing than the stove was at cooking.

 Lastly, a single red rose on a window ledge of chipped paint. The family had done such a fantastic job with the upkeep of all the buildings until they were just to old and feeble. Now the buildings feel their age and that possibly their time has also come.

A special thank you to everyone for sharing your time and comments with me and my images.