I always feel a bit sad when I walk past
old fences that are broken, collapsed and re-painted repeatedly and weathered
pale by sun, rain and time. I feel compelled to capture and preserve their
dilapidated state and can’t stop photographing them.
Old fences remind me of old, adorable grandmas,
who have been forgotten, or as my (not forgotten) grandma would say, ‘forgotten
even by the death’. I don’t want they were forgotten by people – that’s why I photograph
Have a look at my old fence textures
and tell me – are they as beautiful as I think they are?