I took the photograph “Broken Fence” many years ago in West Virginia with a 35mm camera. It was one of those foggy mornings that happen so frequently in the mountains. That same tree still stands today, the fog still envelopes the landscape and those fence rails are always falling out of their slots.  Nothing has changed except the camera I’m using is different.

I found the negative when going through some old contact sheets, which was such fun. Each negative has its own memory, and I remember being happy to wake up that morning and see the fog. West Virginia is a beautiful place whatever the weather. But the fog seems to strip the color away and give the rugged area a strange and different kind of beauty.

Broken Fence

 

Broken Fence

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