I spent four years photographing a small piece of suburban land in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, from the time when it was a dense woodland – home to native plants, birds, and animals, to its transformation into a dense group of townhouses – home to families.
One morning I discovered the tangled trees and brambles had been razed. Now it was a new tangle of severed branches punctuated by tractors and chipping equipment.
I decided to record what happened to this rare spot of habitat expecting to make a political statement on conservation and urban sprawl. Instead, I found beauty in reflecting puddles, wild young plants springing from mud, and snow-covered Alps of excavated earth. I also found hope in nature’s imperative to regrow anywhere it can find the smallest foothold.
I find my photography roots in work by Robert Adams and Lewis Baltz and not so much among today’s process image makers. It’s not about what I can do to create something new but about drilling down in an intimate way to reveal what we are too busy and preoccupied to see.