The thought that everyone you once spent hours talking to and growing up with just slowly drifting into their new life. Molding into the people they always wanted to be. I wanted this for them because I always wanted that for myself, but with this understanding comes with a lump in the back of my throat. We would become strangers and the thought of them forgetting about me hurt me. It made me question my life choices and the path that I am on. I was getting in touch with reality and realizing we are just experiencing one another for a limited amount of time. Good things don't last forever but the memory does. Driving past this location on the way to a family diner grabbed my eye because it embodies all of those things. A place thats still intact, forgotten, and hanging on while being reclaimed by nature. I set up my shot and noticed that the light was too bright taking away the attention from everything important. I blocked the light out with a birdhouse and was taken back by the tree overlooking the whole scene. Everyone grew up and moved on from this place .
