From the Introduction:
I am drawn to spaces of decay, where the structures within them are slowly, haltingly, effortlessly decomposing back to their ecosystem. There is wild, unrestrained beauty in cracking paint, bending support beams, and crumbling ceilings. There is also a rush to preserve them, somehow, from the progress of building anew on ploughed under farmlands, felled forests, and razed-building lots.
The photographs reflected here do not distinguish between splendor and decay; they are one in the same.

