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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.
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