I had the opportunity to visit this local residence at a unique moment in its history. Its owner had passed, and the family had finally emptied all its contents. I knew the minute I stepped inside that it was a space I wanted to photograph: the lighting, the surfaces, the angles, the patina of wear and aging, and the ghosts of love and loss that hung in the air. It held its elegance and nobility, and I am grateful to its owner for allowing me some time with it, alone, reverent, me imagining its unspoken history, as it waited for the promises of its future.
Arthur Fields, 2022
Arthur Fields, 2022