The textile mills that once lined the rivers of my native New England first caught my eye. These great brick structures still stood, though water power had become obsolete and the industry moved south. Inspired by the great documentarians of the 1930’s, I photographed mill villages and cities like Holyoke. Next, I turned to  what I saw along the roads, farm stands, drive-ins, once fine houses, now empty. As I traveled around I began to look for details, things left behind, and to see my work as an attempt to make a record. Almost everything in these images exists only in memory and photographs.