It's become a favourite, yet dangerous, pursuit of mine to find these places. Places that were once active and maintained, but are now vacant and quiet. Urban sprawl pushes farmers further north and they leave their homes behind to await destruction. These vacant dwellings often stand empty for long periods of time; sometimes trashed by squatters, and other times left eerily untouched. The sense of community is quite awkward, with homes that were once part of a community established decades ago. The culture and tradition is being completely eliminated by the arrival of a brand new twenty-first century.

The sense of space in these homes is fascinating to me; the presence and absence of the body is represented by belongings left behind. The state of furniture and garments provoke questions of the urgency of the owners' departures, and the kind of people they once were. (Who makes the bed in a place that no one would ever return to?)

Not only are the objects interesting but also the state of the house itself. I am very interested in the way the elements erode and alter the surfaces of the house. The deterioration through natural elements and chemical breakdowns gives a strong sense of time because of the absolute neglect necessary to allow such textures to form.

When I shoot these homes, I'm careful not to move things very much, just to capture the essence of the environments as they were last left. This, in addition to the fact that several of the houses that I have visited have since been destroyed, makes my photographs their last remnants.