As a small child I would visit my father in Georgia during the summers. He used to ride me down the red clay back roads on his four wheeler. We would pass small ponds filled with ducks, old wood frame houses, and rows and rows of pecan trees. But the sights that captured me the most were the abandoned shacks I would see, standing alone and decaying, in the middle of the crop fields. Each time we came across one of these, I was filled with so many unidentified emotions. I wanted to capture these images and the feelings that came along with it- just as they...more