Dory Adams on her blog, In This Light, has been writing about abandoned things, which made me realize that although I haven’t yet written about it, I take pictures of abandoned things–boarded-up buildings, the graffiti that signals neglect, the remains of things that are no longer as they were, the razed space where something used to be.
I’ve been wanting to do another post on clotheslines but haven’t done it yet. That’s actually what I sat down to write about this morning. Yet clotheslines seem a subject for the spring and summer. Whereas abandoned things, a subject for the fall and winter.
What used to happen behind this window, behind Number 16? What are your recurring images? Your abandoned things?