I’m fascinated with neglected places and often gravitate to alleyways and old buildings to photograph them.
I find beauty in seeing how nature takes over abandoned buildings and objects but also end up feeling a bit of melancholy about such places and things. In each situation I envision what it was like when they were new and held seeds of hope and expectation.
This next set of photos is from a few months ago. I currently have two young grandsons in my care so taking them to this kind of place for new photos might not be the best idea, in fact, might even be considered as being a bit neglectful of my grandmotherly duties and responsibilities.
That would be unacceptable so I’ve headed to my archives instead.
While the sounds of little voices fill my home, I’m looking at these photos and I’m remembering “hearing” the voices of the people who were once-upon-a-time riders on this bus and wondering how this vehicle ended up here, in these silent woods, neglected by people and claimed by nature.