this is a photograph of a tree in the front yard of the house that i grew up in. as i snapped this photo i thought about all the times i would sit on the front porch with my mom’s camera and take a million silly, blurry pictures of this same tree, playing with the camera getting to know how it works, being fascinated in all the ways i could compose an image of one thing and make it look so different. it’s crazy how much time as past since then, how many pictures i’ve taken since then, how i’ve developed and how instead of saying, “i want to be a photographer” i can say that i am.
i love seeing nature deconstruct and grow through, over and on top of man’s constructions. i love thinking about the life and history of objects (like the brave little toaster) who built this car, who bought it first, how did it get to it’s grave in the woods?
