Sifting through pieces of the past
I love to grab my camera and head out to find something to photograph. It’s 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 I 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. It rests right next to what claims to be the oldest home in Summit County. From the outside it looks like 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.
Normally I wouldn’t just approach someones house without a garage sale sign, but I was feeling inspired that day so I did. It helps your case 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 me to explore the property inside and out and told some stories along the way.