For some reason, I have always been attracted to that which is fallen down, falling apart, and in a state of decay. It's not that I necessarily want these things surrounding me in my daily life; it's the imagery that I find compelling. Driving on a country road, my eye will always turn to an old barn, an abandoned house. Maybe this is somehow related to my fascination with human psychopathology; in my professional life, I have always worked with people who are in disarray, at the extremes of human emotional, cognitive, and behavioral functioning.
Since I have begun getting re-involved more intensely in photography, I sometimes drive out into the rural areas, looking for interesting houses, barns, and sheds. Here (above) is one I found not long ago, near Tracy, Missouri.
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