This past weekend I photographed the inside of the preschool I grew up in before the demolition process started today. It’s kind of weird to say you grew up in a preschool, but I did just that. My mom started as a teacher’s aide from the time I had my first day, to being the Director of the school today. So that building and a good amount of the teachers still there have seen me grow up most of my life. They just finished their new building and the old one is partially being demolished and the rest is being used for a new elementary school.
It was bittersweet walking those halls for the last time. Their new building, from what I hear, is everything my mom would ever want in a school, but the old one holds so many memories for our family. I took this as an opportunity to work on the fine art side of photography, an area I think I’m lacking in.
Please, feel free to leave any feedback below or anywhere you see this posted. Little processing was done, mostly because I’m no good at it.
I remember when you first released this piece. Even now, it bring on bittersweet memories of my own childhood. What I would have loved to have captured in an image… so many things now gone. You had the chance, and seized it with artful expertise for us all to enjoy. Great work.
Thanks, Jason. That means a lot.