Some locations produce many images, as is the case with this abandoned farm with barn and outbuildings near my home. As I can easily walk carrying the Hasselblad and a tripod to this location, it often serves as subject matter when the weather or other circumstances don’t allow for something more extensive. The old barn never stops producing oddities and is in a state of ongoing decay. As noted in earlier posts, I expect to drive home from work someday and see it all collapsed from the weight of our snow. With that in mind, I continue to mine it , for as noted by Sally Mann, “If you want to keep a memory pristine, you must not call upon it too often, for each time it is revisited, you alter it irrevocably, remembering not the original impression left by experience but the last time you recalled it.”
“You may not remember the time you let me go first.
Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go.
Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up.
You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you:
Today, no matter what it takes,
we ride home together.”
― Brian Andreas, Traveling Light: Stories & Drawings for a Quiet Mind