Where The Land Gives Way

The woods behind my parents house had been undermined long before we lived there. Down near the creek there was a boarded up mine entrance. It looked too small to stand up inside, which confused me. We tied a rope to a branch that reached over the brown, orange water. We’d dare each other to swing across to the other side. A few years ago I decided to make a photo of this place, but the path was overgrown and I couldn’t see the creek.

It’s nearly impossible to escape nostalgia when you’re born into a region that is defined by what had been. The physical and cultural structures are built around the cycle of growth and decay, boom and bust, the fleeting moments of victory and the long wait in-between. The relationship of the past to the present is palpable.

The place where I live is changing. It always has been. There has never been a moment where something wasn’t growing or collapsing in on itself. Whether its the rivers that shaped the landscape, the organizations that govern, or the industries that employ the citizens; something is always in flux and progress only seems to be made through some form of destruction.

I’m captivated by my home and the reasons why people live here. In the physical landscape I see nature adapting to what is, while trying to hold onto what was. I believe this is a metaphor for the culture of this region. Photography allows me to explore the concept of memory and how its been influenced by this culture. Like the overgrown path to the creek, I’m attempting to reconcile my perception of the present through the influence of the memory of what had been. The memory gives way; eroded by the events that I’ve experienced. The process of growth and decay continues.

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