When I was in college studying architecture, I had the opportunity to make trips from my school, Notre Dame in Indiana to California where my family lived. On the way I would stop at places that had contemporary architecture by architects I admired, such as I. M. Pei, Marcel Breuer, Eero Saarinen and Paul Rudolph. I spent time taking photos and studying the architecture and learning.
After college and living in Southern California, I became fascinated with Ghost towns. I had a job and a station wagon and took every weekend I could to travel around the state and adjoining states in search of ghost towns. Many nights I slept in my station wagon allowing me to get up early in the morning to photograph buildings bathed in early morning sunlight.
Ghost towns may not be the best way of describing these places. They were really towns that had been popular during the gold and silver rushes in the 1800s. Many of them were abandoned when the ore ran out, others became tourists’ places, which were restored to their former ‘glory’, and others were still lived in.
By now I combined my love of photography and architecture to scour around these towns in search of fine art photographs, although at the time I wouldn’t have called them that. I just wanted to get well composed and well lighted shot of buildings and landscapes to share the beauty that I saw in what remained in these towns.