Joseph Campbell says the role of the artist has always been seeking to make sense of the light and images of the world. I see through my photography that there is so much emotion in me,  waiting to come out, spilling out, it comes out in my photographs, in the process of taking them. How strange it is so difficult for me to feel emotion and show it in other ways. Maria has brought out much emotion in me, and I began taking photographs as messages and love letters to her, that is still the truth.

Every photo I take stirs some emotion in me, few things more so than the grace and history and symmetry and meaning of the old farms sitting proudly on their roads and hills. I honestly don’t know why old farms would strike so deep into the soul of an urban Jewish kid from Providence who lived in cities almost all of his life before coming home to upstate New York, to Washington County.

I am glad my emotions can rise so often, I am surprised my camera hasn’t melted, I look at photographs like this, standing out in the cold wind on a deserted road and I have to keep myself from crying. I wish I could tell you why, but I don’t know,  perhaps I will never know, I  am awed by this gracious old farm sitting up on it’s hill, the winter pasture, the brittle and cold sky.