They call to me.
Dead houses. Urban blight.
Patterns and textures and shadows.
That golden evening glow my wife, Mary, calls, “Kevin light.”
When I’m driving, I’ll slam on the brakes, pull over, hit the four-ways and grab the camera in one fluid, subconscious state of artistic possibility.
When I’m walking, bricks and trash, sand or waves, pull me out of the dull, staid everyday into a world of melancholy and delight.
Loss. Hope. Joy. Longing.
Such elusive emotions that I try to capture through these images – and then share them.
With Mary.
And with you.
– Kevin Schoonover
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