The force that drives me is a fascination with the effects of time.  Abandoned spaces lure me in to photograph what the walls are striving to protect. Like an archeologist, I search for details of another time.  I want to learn what life was like for the people who lived in that space.  Instead of finding something that is tangible, I search for traces of the past. The interiors of these abandoned structures are symbols of our own mortality.  They remind us of our past and simultaneously foreshadow our own old age and death. The subjects of my photographs are not the walls themselves, rather the light contained by them. The few remaining pieces of furniture and personal items embody the former occupants. If there is a connection between a house and a human soul, I am searching hard to find it.