A Photographic Study of All Things West Virginia


I have recently been inexplicably drawn to photograph abandoned houses.  I think it’s because there are hidden stories behind each one of these scenes.  Children played and mothers hung up laundry.  Fathers came home from work carrying lunch pails.  There were dreams and disappointments, there were births and there were deaths.  Life happened.

Then something changed.  For some reason those who had led their lives in these places were there no more, whether by tragedy or choice.  And no one was left to sweep the porch or paint the banisters, no one cared to resurrect once proud homes.

Living in West Virginia you see these places all the time.  Take a drive in the country and there they are.  It is likely a product of negative population growth, the fact that entire generations of children have had to leave their home state to have a chance at the American dream. 

And yet the old places remain.  They sit, waiting, as if they don’t realize that their time long ago ran out.

Abandoned #1

Abandoned #2

Abandoned #3


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