The Farm: Stacy, Minnesota

The place my grandmother lived; the place my mom grew up. It was a place filled with life: children running barefoot, horses, cows, hard work, cold winters, warm summers, family dinners. Now, only remnants remain. Memories stolen from my grandmother by Alzheimers. Physical objects divided or discarded by siblings. The rest taken back by nature’s all-inclusive embrace. This series includes digitized negatives of photographs taken on the farm – you’ll recognize them by their life and love.