What intrigues me is the lingering presence of human form found in empty spaces. Through the pockets of weary daylight seeping into busy streets and local shops, objects and artifacts begin to illuminate a home outside of home. Forging for security and a place of belonging, we alter our spaces in order to adapt to our surroundings. How instinctive we are to weave intimate mementos into our spaces, making us feel at ease– anything reminding us of somewhere we belong.
Taken in Long Beach, CA. 2010