Northern State Hospital (Analog)

Same old song Just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do 
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind 
All we are is dust in the wind Kansas, “Dust in the Wind” Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to abandoned places. It allows me to relive the few happy memories of my childhood. A time spent wandering, often alone, exploring. I am much older now, yet in some respect nothing has changed. I still find myself wandering, often alone, exploring. Silent, forgotten places. Crumbling walls and empty hallways. Peering into the past through broken windows, a past once-thriving with activity, now left to deteriorate. But now I capture this moment, this glimpse into the past. Broken windows. Peeling paint. Crumbling concrete. Stillness. All captured in an image that, like its subject, will too crumble to the ground. As it too is only dust in the wind. [The images in this project are photographs of silver gelatin prints]