“All you can see is a moment when the late afternoon light shone down on some old stone and prairie grass. A frame made from a town’s future in the past.”
The photographic form can really only tell us one thing: what was there, once.
This photograph was taken on a muggy June day in Buxton, Iowa. Or, what used to be Buxton—the “town” has long since been abandoned, and all that remains are a couple of dilapidated buildings and foundations of former… factories? Homes? It’s hard to tell. >
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