I grew up in rural Northern New Mexico. In both areas my parents lived, there were old dumps - places where people would take their trash and leave it, tossing it amidst the piñon trees and over cliffs. This was before the designated landfills were opened. I would spend hours combing the rusty, crumbling mounds, walking amongst the cacti and sagebrush. First, the pretty bottles were the treasured find: a friend and I had opened a 'Medicine Shop' out in the oak trees near her house, and we needed receptacles for our potions. Eventually, as time passed, I began to appreciate the subtle patterns presented by the decaying things and found it interesting to catch a glimpse of times of old, examining the choices of products as something of a cross between a sociology and archaeology experiment.
Over the years, I've found several items that I'd hoped to make something out of. Initially, I thought I'd make some 3-dimensional artwork with them, though it became clear to me that a photo series was in order (as I'm focusing on photography, it made sense to use them in a photo project, rather than split my artistic energy and efforts at the time-being). This is an ongoing series, as I am always finding 'new' things to add to it. Here it is, the beginning: Remnants