It will seem strange to many, but I have a fascination with skeletal remains I often find in my
travels. I find them compelling, beautiful, and significant. They lived. What could be more revealing or more
intimate, or in certain cases so sad, than seeing the last dissolving vestiges of a former life.
I mean these photographs as tributes rather than mourning. I often talk with these subjects. It makes me feel less like I am using them simply for a photograph, and more like I am saying a final goodbye.