From the window of my hotel room in Beckley, I could see the leaves billowing down the street among a fine rain punctuated by dark, gloomy skies. It was perfect road trip weather,
This opulent ballroom was constructed in the 1800’s under the lake of the Whitley Estate in England, guarded by the statue of Neptune. How it came into existence, through a Victorian-era tale of corruption, disgrace and eventual suicide, made the over-the-top extravagance of an underground ballroom not only an architectural wonder, but a folly.
Tucked in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains in Kentucky is Peyton’s Store. It’s a rural community of several households, named after an old general store that was once located along the roadway, but it’s nothing more than a wayside today.
Several years ago, I ventured inside the abandoned but historic William Tarr House in central Kentucky. I composed several photographs of the magnificent entryway, player piano and the collapsing rear. But with a backlog of photographs that span years and incomplete keywording in my internal image database, I thought that I had lost these images to the dust bin… until two days ago. I located these photographs on a backup drive, unedited.
“They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now.”
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
In late February, I set out to explore the knobs of Kentucky and wander the back roads. Feeling at ease with being back in my home state but missing it dearly, I set aside some mellow tunes, cranked the window down and pitted myself against the cold with the heaters blaring. It was a melancholy and overcast afternoon which lent itself well to what I discovered.