One of my favorite things in the world is photographing old, forgotten objects left behind to rust or crumble away. I’ve always been fascinated with old cars, homes or any object that has been abandoned. I often wonder about the story behind them, who lived there or owned them, what happened to those people and how their memories of these homes or cars must be fading like the objects themselves. Perhaps the memories that remain of their first home, or their first car are still very strong, but I’m sure they are very different from the weathered objects I see in front of my camera.
Many people who view pictures of abandoned homes or objects feel a great sense of sadness. I sometimes feel that too, but mostly when I’m photographing these subjects I feel a sense of calm. I am a witness to a piece of someone’s history, changing as all things do.
Here are a few photos taken at a junkyard near Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia.