I grew up in the country. Not the whitewashed fences, ruffled dresses, drinking sun tea on the porch kind of country... the dusty, long, unpaved roads, no movie theater for 50 miles, one restaurant where everyone met on Sundays kind of country in Kentucky. I ran around barefoot ninety percent of the time, spent most of my time outside, helped my dad cut wood and may have even had a cow as a pet for a while. I love the city, Seattle is a fantastic metropolis where any and everything is available, but I also love the feeling of quiet solitude and genuine kindness that comes from knowing every single person in the town where you reside.
I visited my family for the holidays as most people do, but this time was a much longer stay than normal, so I decided to take a trek out of the big city (Louisville) where my parents now live and out to the country in search of some uninhabited farms where nature had taken over and begun to take back what we had stripped from the land for so long. What I found were beautiful disasters and powerful emotions. Two places that grabbed my attention happened to be burned out houses. Strangely, the second had still been smoldering as I came upon it, but no one was in sight. I wanted to capture emotional destruction in my photographs this time, not just capture a moment. I want to start telling a story with the photos I take whether they're of people, animals, landscapes or buildings. The most powerful images are the ones that speak to you, tell you their story. I think these will weave a little tale that may just stick with you.