NORTHEASTERN ABANDONMENT AND REFLECTIONS ON permanence
A photographic record and reflection on the passage of time, uncovered by wandering through the rural Northeast.
Printed 2018
Through passing time, everything we take from nature will be returned to it. The more power we alot to nature, we live more freely, and our belongings are stripped away— reentered into the cycle of birth and decay.
An item’s decay writes the memoir
of our relationship with the inanimate.
Each relic, a time capsule, revealing the untimely truth of when and why we let go.
No one knows where I am, no one is waiting for me, no one expects anything of me here. Rudimentary existence makes its reveal today.
Perhaps if I lay in the grass,
I will feel it welcome me,
feel as it grows around me.
Perhaps if I lay there,
my perception of time will slow
to the speed of its growth.
As I merge with the elements,
they remind me of my
resemblance to the dust.
I am a culmination
of my environment—
a merging of forces within flesh.
I am nothing alone, but everything.
