Forgotten Dreams
Rolling down a dusty gravel road in rural Nebraska, I came across this dilapidated old farmhouse that looked like it might fall over if you leaned against it. I Stopped to see if there were any good images to capture and saw this baby chair in the window. It gave me goosebumps. All the lines in the weathered wood and broken window frame just kept bringing me back to the red chair. It felt forgotten and alone, almost sad. I shot it in full color but kept only the chair in color as the house just needed to be black and white.
Rolling down a dusty gravel road in rural Nebraska, I came across this dilapidated old farmhouse that looked like it might fall over if you leaned against it. I Stopped to see if there were any good images to capture and saw this baby chair in the window. It gave me goosebumps. All the lines in the weathered wood and broken window frame just kept bringing me back to the red chair. It felt forgotten and alone, almost sad. I shot it in full color but kept only the chair in color as the house just needed to be black and white.
Rolling down a dusty gravel road in rural Nebraska, I came across this dilapidated old farmhouse that looked like it might fall over if you leaned against it. I Stopped to see if there were any good images to capture and saw this baby chair in the window. It gave me goosebumps. All the lines in the weathered wood and broken window frame just kept bringing me back to the red chair. It felt forgotten and alone, almost sad. I shot it in full color but kept only the chair in color as the house just needed to be black and white.