Having entered my seventh decade, my thoughts have made a slight shift in perspective bringing my own mortality into sharper focus.  Not that I haven’t been aware of my aging, as the view in my mirror has reminded me daily, but I am now more aware of my impermanence.   I notice the aging and slow deterioration of buildings and material things and our constant battle to repair and maintain, and when it is no longer feasible, our abandonment.  I am more than ever aware that aging is the way of all things.  There is a sadness in the inevitability of it all, but a stunning beauty as well.  It is this beauty that I seek in images of the deteriorating buildings in Abandoned.