There is something about tiny, often times 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, abandoned cemeteries and weather beaten barns. It's especially intriguing to me when the land begins to claim the manmade 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 quiet beauty to their images of rural Alabama. They captured a bygone era that was indicative of the back roads of America. I hope that in some way, my images of Kentucky, my adopted home state of Texas and those captured during trips through Louisiana and Alabama do the same.

As you view my work, I hope you can appreciate these 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 ...