Sifting through pieces of the past
I love to grab my camera and head out to find something to photograph. It’s like an adventure every time because you never really know what you’re going to find, especially when you’re not looking for anything particular. It finds you.
A few weeks ago I met up with a friend to do just that. We set out to photograph some landscapes because the leaves were changing, but when I started driving towards the mountains east of Park City I remembered a cool place I’d driven past dozens of times on my way to go fishing in Wanship. I have always wanted to photograph it. It rests right next to what claims to be the oldest home in Summit County. From the outside I would describe it as a scrap metal yard that wraps around a large two-story barn. Outside the barn there are heaps of old wooden wagon wheels, collections of skis, glass bottles, and just about everything else under the sun, old and new, but mostly old. It seamlessly connects to the old house as the collections of stuff surround it inside and out.
My friend Joe is a fire fighter and saw some old fire engines on the hill so he was hooked as soon as I pulled up. I was because I like sifting through old junk (a hobby I picked up from visiting my grandma as a kid and from my parents’ obsession with going to garage sales). I’m always slightly nervous to ask to photograph private property, but it’s a bit of a rush. It helps when you have a camera around your neck and big smile on your face. Dale, the owner of the property, opened the door and invited us to explore the property inside and out and told us some stories along the way.