I think it's my interest in uncovering and retelling stories long forgotten that drives me to explore abandoned parcels and buildings. There's something so eerie about exploring a decaying structure that was once a home to a family, or a place of business for hundreds of workers. There are memories in the objects and markings left behind--moments that may have passed nearly a century ago, but echo through the present. Nothing of historical significance needs to have happened at these locations--for me, it's the simple moments of an average day in the past that draw me in. A newspaper left on a table fifty years ago, a shopping list in a drawer from a store that was demolished in the 60's--moments of our past that so commonly dissolve into time. Sometimes those mundane memories pull me the most; compelling me to do my best to tell their stories however I can.