Reflections, Perspective and Memorial Intentions

I constantly wonder why I am so drawn to things like this building.  I will be sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, out on a weekend with the family, and I’ll see something like this building in the distance and my entire being calls me to stop, capture, analyze.

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Sometimes I think it’s because I see beauty where others may not and I’m full of myself enough to think I can show what I see.  Sometimes I rationalize that the state of the place makes me think they’ll tear it down sometime soon and that lack of permanence makes me want to capture it before it’s gone.

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Things being there and then suddenly being gone; particularly when I least expect it, has always been a *thing* for me.  People, family, places, memories; it messes with me to realize that nothing is forever and nothing is ever guaranteed.

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If I could wrangle a promise out of the universe that things would just stay the same for a day, I would be willing to sacrifice quite a bit.  Finding that balance in life is hard for me and for many others, I realize, so maybe I’m just making sure that these things; places; buildings that were once loved and called home to someone, are never totally relegated to the pile of dust and then empty space they will eventually become.

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Like a memorial stone in a graveyard, my photos can keep something alive, in a way, that might vanish from the world at any moment.  Once a few years pass and people move on, no one will even remember that this house once existed.

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(It just dawned on me why I take photos of myself and save them, although I rarely share them with anyone. *chills*)