Well the moon is broken and the sky is cracked, come on up to the house, the only thing that you see is all that you lack, come on up to the house

I often like to travel down rural backroads in the South and photograph because you can see a different, more idiosyncratic life than you'll see if you stick to the major highways; it's important to document that life, I think, because it's quickly giving way to something more homogenized, even on the backroads. I'm drawn to aged and weathered things because they provide a sense of history and because they provide a nice metaphor for loss--historical, cultural, and personal. The first photo I've posted is an old house outside of Dublin that's now being used as a hay barn. The second is a storage building in Radford, and the third is in Pulaski.