Silos

For my Silos series, I celebrate the paradox of beauty and age. For many years I owned a printing company in an old mill town whose best days were decades behind it. Next to every abandoned factory here were dilapidated silos and water towers; their once smooth and shiny skin was now sooty, rusted and decayed, tattooed with graffiti. These were the elders of this town. They knew the past. And through their weathered and worn appearance they would tell me their stories of the passage of time. And until some bulldozer with no memory shows up, they stand firm in their resolve to remain. I found them to be quite beautiful and wise. I hoped one day I could share their beauty with others.

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