Prologue takes place in a barn.
There’s something special about old barns. Years ago, one of my favorite pastimes was driving through rural parts of New England and upstate New York photographing old barns. It became a habit that never died. Now, living in the south many years later, I still pull over when I’m driving and spot a beautiful barn. I reach for my camera and add a new – old – barn to my collection. So, it was only fitting that the prologue of House Key would open in one of its most intimate settings: the loft of a barn. There is a certain mystique about barns and their lofts that makes me wonder… if old boards could talk, what stories would they tell?