In the middle of a major project for a major client, I found myself venturing past an abandoned ranch. What struck me while walking through broken glass and bird poop, is that these walls once housed a family. That kitchen window with no glass, once was the view that someone looked at while washing thanksgiving dishes. Stories drive me, but objects and symbols that allow me to imagine stories that happened in and around them EXCITE me. *Side note: I do not endorse trespassing. My plan to photograph this location was made aware to individuals associated with the property.