This website is a collection of my images of abandoned structures found on dusty gravel roads and deserted farms; near a skinny river, or on the forgotten side of the railroad tracks, or where blood-deprived ticks wait to meet their next meal.
This is a portrait of the lands and the ghost towns that only the changing seasons visit anymore.
Among other notable organizations and publications, my images have been used or published by the National Geographic Society, the American Museum of Natural History, Smithsonian Magazine and Microsoft, and licensed to some of the biggest corporations in North America, Europe and Asia. They have been on display in public galleries across Manitoba (Winnipeg, Steinbach, Winnipeg Beach, Onanole) and also adorn walls in Canada, the United States, Australia and England, among other countries.
Some pieces are also available for licensing through Getty Images and most are available for purchase or licensing directly through this website – please click here.
Photography has always been a way for me to connect with myself (and disconnect from everything else). I've been fascinated with it ever since I was given a Kodak Brownie Fiesta camera for my 4th or 5th birthday.
My first photos were of dogs and critters and trees that I would find near my family's cottage where I grew up in Argentina. I slowly started focusing on still life, a natural evolution that got me shooting open suitcases and other similarly "dramatic" inanimate things.
In 1987 I enrolled in my first serious photography class with a borrowed camera, and won two awards at graduation. I didn't know it then but my winning images would set the blueprint for the kind of photography I focus on today.
In 1991 I bought my first camera (a Nikon 4004s that I still own) and started expanding my photographic horizons until I made the jump to digital in 2007. The wonder of the Canadian prairies took care of the rest.
Today I have a fascination for abandoned rural buildings, their textures, their minute details; I record the stories whispered by their silence, their aging and their decay. I find beauty in the forsaken and look for ghosts of seasons past.
I occasionally still take photos of dogs and critters and trees.
*Photo courtesy of Ronni Cohan