Walk the streets of any city, and you’re sure to come across those that have slipped through cracks. We have become so focused on the small screen in front of our face that drives our lives that we often don’t see those that have fallen to the wayside, or worse yet we see them but choose to ignore their plight.
What They Leave Behind
In an interview included in his book Regarding Intersections, South African photographer David Goldblatt said:
“…I am a self-appointed observer and critic of the society into which I was born, with a tendency to doing honor or giving recognition to what is often overlooked or unseen.”1
Like Goldblatt, I also see myself as an observer of the society into which I was born, and I seek to capture images that give honor and recognition to what is often overlooked or unseen.
Driving through the countryside, I came across a crumbling chimney that stood like a tribute to someone long past. In that one moment, I began to seek other unobserved and hidden tributes within my surroundings. My search led me to explore the green spaces and rural wooded areas of north Georgia looking for signs of mankind’s presence. I discovered that the things we leave behind, from a cigarette butt to the remains of a burned-out cabin, become unintentional testimonials that say “They were here.”