my grandfather has a farm…

I always have a bit of trouble explaining my photographic style, but I can say my love of photography started here… in middle-of-nowhere Mississippi. I spent weekends on my grandparent’s farm (which also belonged to his father) and so it’s a place full of memories. In a way, photographs are also like memories. I think you can find so much history from the objects found on a farm—which are also intermingled with new life that can change based on the way the wind’s blowing.

That’s kind of beautiful in its own way, right?