Lately I have been working on processing a group of photographs taken in an abandoned home here in Georgia.  To make room for development, the old has to be tossed out, leaving a small gem for those interesting in exploration photography of this type.

As uncomfortable as I was being in this house taking pictures, I enjoyed it thoroughly.  It was not until I got back home and began working the images that I realized just what I had done and where I had been.  I believe that many times we get caught up in composing the right shot, visually planning, and positioning that the past and buried memories are directly underneath us.  I thought about the living room, with destroyed fireplace and couch turned upside down, and imagined how many Christmas mornings were shared in that room.  I imagined how many arguments and lectures were given between parents and children in the rooms.  I imagined the meals shared in the kitchen area.  It became more of an experience for me than I had initially thought it would.

Secondly, I processed these photos more than I normally would do.  Bordering on more Photoshop than photography, I really did not care.  I have spent too much time lately worrying about traditionalist photographers and their disdain for the digital world.  I worry too much about the digital world and the need to get that perfect shot.  I simply did what I wanted to do and there is so much freedom and power in that artistically that I could never explain it on a blog.

The eight images from the set are below (sized down). All of these images are also available on my Flickr account. I would love to hear your feedback on them, either here, or on the Flickr set. And if you feel so inclined, you may purchase prints as well.