Sunday, July 26, 2009

A Thought I Don't Want to Forget

I'm just like Sacagawea, you know?
Leading White Man to the apple.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The Late Raymond Oxton of Camden, ME


The Road.



The House




The Window Frame



The Stove



The Silk Dress




The Kitcken



The Front Door



The Living Room



The Firewood




The Back Door



The Ceiling



The Empty Room



The Barn.


Raymond Oxton died alone May 23, 2003. He left his house and belongings behind to be taken by looters, the elements, and time. It has been transformed from a place where life existed to a place where only a ghost of a forgotten man and his things remain. I love this shit.

To Raymond - I took two of your lamps. I hope that's okay. Also some photo albums. They needed someone to look at them. Also your handkerchief and some lace. Your things are just how you left them, only older and dustier. I've pieced together your life and passions because of the things you left behind in your beautiful house on Elm Street in Camden, Maine, and I must say: It's a shame we never met.