Repurposing the Past
Stan Atwell is one of my heroes. I've never met the man, but he's got a skill for demolishing buildings by hand, salvaging their components for future construction. Some folks want every building to be saved, but if it's got to come down, we can at least give it respect on the descent. Too many projects are just smash and shatter, bring in an excavator and a bulldozer, and plow it all under overnight. But there are those who take time and care, pour in the passion that history deserves. Mr. Atwell is making a future from repurposing the past, and I've got an incredible respect for that. It's only a little over a year since I first came here, had a chance to see the seasons changing on this crumbling country church. Now it won't be long before just the graveyard remains, serving sentinel on memories slowly slipping. Some only see the sadness, but I wouldn't care if there wasn't more beauty about it. I'm chasing around the energy of history, wind whistling through nearly naked rafters. It'll all be gone soon, but it's a good way to go.
November 16, 2019
Falkland Ridge, Nova Scotia
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Repurposing the Past
Stan Atwell is one of my heroes. I've never met the man, but he's got a skill for demolishing buildings by hand, salvaging their components for future construction. Some folks want every building to be saved, but if it's got to come down, we can at least give it respect on the descent. Too many projects are just smash and shatter, bring in an excavator and a bulldozer, and plow it all under overnight. But there are those who take time and care, pour in the passion that history deserves. Mr. Atwell is making a future from repurposing the past, and I've got an incredible respect for that. It's only a little over a year since I first came here, had a chance to see the seasons changing on this crumbling country church. Now it won't be long before just the graveyard remains, serving sentinel on memories slowly slipping. Some only see the sadness, but I wouldn't care if there wasn't more beauty about it. I'm chasing around the energy of history, wind whistling through nearly naked rafters. It'll all be gone soon, but it's a good way to go.
November 16, 2019
Falkland Ridge, Nova Scotia
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You can support my work
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