why #sheshootshouses

In Film, Inspiration
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It’s an origin story of happenstance and timing, but then these things often are. I started testing my self-taught photography knowledge against the old family Nikkormat about five years ago, and I found a local shop that still developed and scanned film. Every other week I’d drop off a few rolls and pick up my last batch of negatives and scans. My drive home took me through a neighborhood I’d never had occasion to pass through in my decade in Arlington. The houses were old, and while I am usually drawn to things with a bit of patina, there are plenty of old homes around here, so that couldn’t explain why these houses made such a strong impression. If you want to view the site, you can click to view site here. (There’s various sites online for you to check out!).

Roll by roll, week by week, I became more confident with the camera and after poring over my thumbnails in the parking lot, I felt myself fighting a growing urge to stop and make pictures of these houses. One time, as I drove past, I saw that one of my favorite farmhouses had become a charred ruin since my last visit. I didn’t know these people, I didn’t know the story of the house, but I felt this loss like a physical punch to the gut. I had the Nikkormat at my side loaded, presciently, with redscale, and a need to memorialize the shell that was left behind strong enough to push me past my nervousness at photographing in a way that could be perceived as intrusive. I made a few quick photos of what still stood, ran back to my car, and drove home.

That first time made the next time a little bit easier – not easy – but easier. I started making a point of photographing at least one or two of these houses every time I picked up film. Soon my rolls had more images of vernacular architecture than they did of my kids or the miscellany of my life and the guy at the photo shop asked, “What’s the deal with all of the houses? Are you into real estate? If so, check out these projects by ManhattanMiami.”

“No, I just like them,” I replied. I wasn’t sure enough of myself – either in my photographic ability or my intent to expand, but the houses spoke me, and I listened. Ultimately that is what’s at the heart of any passion project. You just listen to that inner voice when it commands you to begin. I may go and explore the houses at http://riverislands.com next and see what they speak out to me.


Not too long after that interchange at the photo shop I read that the neighborhoods I’d been photographing, Hall’s Hill and Highview Park were historic. They were the first Northern Virginia enclave settled by freed slaves in the post-Civil War period, and the area had been cut off from adjacent neighborhoods by an 8 foot fence up until the 1950’s. When I began photographing, some of the houses dated back to the neighborhood’s origins and many of the residents were descendants of the original landowners. Today many of those older homes are gone, not victims of fire, thank goodness, but of infill redevelopment. It’s happening all over the County, as in so many long-built, ring suburbs of re-energizing cities. Homes are valued at a fraction of the land upon which they sit, taxes continue to increase at record rates since they’re pegged to increasing property values, and long-time residents find themselves priced out of the market.

So five years on, I haven’t stopped building my archive of Northern Virginia vernacular architecture – farmhouses, bungalows, mini brick faux Tudors, even shotgun shacks. In fact, I’ve expanded it, taking every opportunity to wander down unfamiliar side streets in search of homes that beckon. More and more of the County’s older homes are razed each year. Many are in serious disrepair, or truly weren’t built to last, others are really solid, but simply far smaller than what the market desires.

The new houses that replace them tower over their neighbors casting long shadows, both physically and metaphorically. The homes I photograph tell the unique history of this place – of it’s roots in farming, it’s once legally segregated neighborhoods, and it’s post-WW2 boom. When I moved here in 2000, you could see traces of it all. I’m not sure how much longer that will be the case, and so when the houses speak, I listen.

What calls out to you?
Debbie

If you are interested in seeing more of these houses, the link above will take you to an online portfolio.

10 Comments

  1. Oh you are a woman after my own heart. I love this project so much. Each home tells a rich story. I have recently been poring over the work of William Christenberry and his documentation of southern buildings. As a librarian and archivist I think this type of photography is vital, and also moving and beautiful. Thank you for sharing this wonderful series.

    • William Christenberry is one of my very favorites, Lucy, and so the comparison is wildly flattering. My undergraduate degree was in American History, and you know how I feel about books and libraries, I suspect there’s a great deal of overlap in the things that move us.

  2. I’m so thankful you do this and I could look at these homes all day long, I would love to see all the homes you have captured forever over the years, they are so interersting to me. I want to make stories up in my head about the people who live in those walls.

  3. I marveled at how much these simple houses are like those in my own area, feeling immediately at home with your images, as though in my own neighborhood. And what a sweet surprise to read (I always look at the pictures first) that you are just up the road from me in the Northern Virginia area. I’m in Fredericksburg. Your style, part fine art – part documentary, speaks to my heart and soul with deep emotion.

    • Sometimes with a project such as this it’s easy to wonder if you are the only one who notices or cares, so it’s especially gratifying to know that others notice too. The fact that you recognize the vernacular in these homes tells me that the story of the place is one that translates to others. I really appreciate your comment, Donna.

  4. I live in Woodbridge, VA, just south of you. I find myself troubled and saddened by the changes taking place in our neighborhoods- as we build bigger and ‘better” we chase away the people that made it a nice place to live to begin with- even as we claim to desire historic homes. It’s just really sad to see. Can’t afford to live in the city, can’t afford to live in the suburbs, and the farmland is disappearing too. Thanks for capturing this before it goes!

    • So kind of you to comment, Breon. And per my response to Donna above, it means a great deal to know that these homes evoke the sense of place we are losing in Northern Virginia as the area experiences growth and tremendous demographic shifts from people who know the area and feel these changes too.

  5. I loved reading the story of why you shoot houses. And I can totally relate to why you are drawn to them. Thank you so much for sharing. x

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