Many of the posts on this blog include personal projects, but this one is particularly personal for me. Last summer, when I heard the news that an old house which has been a part of my family for generations would soon be demolished, I knew I wanted to make one last trip out and try to document as much of its character and history as I could.
It may seem odd that I would care to remember a fly swatter hanging on the wall or the colors of paint chipping away, but I felt compelled to photograph every single detail – not only for my own memory, but for the collective memory of my family. In my mind, the house itself has become as much of a character as those who have lived in it and spent time in it over the years. I love this old house and the stories that I’ve been told about it for as far back as I can remember. I know that it will be gone soon, but in my memory, and in these few photos at least, it will live on, and I think that’s nice.