Traveling the Southeast U.S. for work I often find myself on back roads. I can't help but notice the remnants of lives gone by as I pass. Who built this? Who lived here? Why? What was their life like? Did they love? Did they fight? Were they any different from me?
There is something of life that lingers in an abandoned building. An essence of all the experiences that life is, or was. With these pictures I pay tribute to lives lived; and I mourn for dreams left behind. Dreams abandoned.