Rabbit Branch Photography

Near my childhood home stood an old abandoned house. It belonged to my step-dad’s great uncle and it always had this sort of enigmatic allure to me and my brother. The owner of the house, a man named Guy Wallace, passed away in 1982 and it’s been empty ever since. Now, 42 years later it is unfortunately no longer safe to enter. Mr. Wallace built the house himself as well as several other structures such as a barn, a hog barn, several sheds, and an outhouse and most are still standing to this day. In fact, the roof on the barn was so well constructed that the ground inside still remains bone-dry when it rains. I remember as a kid going inside it and experiencing this melancholy feeling walking around and seeing things like calendars and bills still laying around. Mr. Wallace died before I joined my step-dad’s family so he and I never met, so I can only imagine what this house looked like while he raised his family here.

I walked up to it recently to try out some black and white photography as well as my new Petzvel lens. I wanted to capture the sadness and loneliness that this house always made me feel. Entire lifetimes were played out within these walls and now it sits alone in the woods waiting for the day that it will eventually cave in on itself and be forever lost to time.

If walls could talk, these might very well still be weeping.