There is something about tiny, dilapidated buildings that stops me in my tracks. Whether I'm walking in the woods or driving down a country road, I brake for little old outbuildings, crumbling cottages and weather beaten barns. It's especially intriguing to me when the land begins to claim the man made structures, as vines creep up the wood or brick siding and weeds pop up through porches, architecture and earth become one in a riot of texture. 

In part, I'm paying homage to my Kentucky roots and the simple, symmetrical architecture of the rural farming community of my grandparents and parents. Additionally, I think of my work as a nod to that of Walker Evans and William Christenberry. There is a sad beauty to their images of rural Alabama. They captured a bygone era that was, at one time, indicative of the back roads of America. I hope that in some way, my images of Kentucky and now my adopted home state of Texas, do the same.

As you view my work, I hope you can appreciate these forgotten places; I hope there is a familiarity in the images, giving you the feeling that maybe you've seen this place somewhere, along the way ...