There’s a kind of silence you only find in an abandoned farmhouse.

It hums low through the floorboards.

It drifts in with the light.

It lingers in a half-folded quilt, a book left open, dishes still stacked neatly on a shelf.

 

This is where Documenting Disappearing Family Farmsteads began—on quiet backroads across Minnesota, drawn to collapsing porches and crooked windows, following a pull I couldn’t name yet. Some of these places I found by accident. Others were shared by families who once called them home.

 

Each image in this gallery is part of that unfolding story. These aren’t just photographs of decay—they are portraits of memory, of legacy, of what remains when the people are gone but the place still breathes.

 

This work is about listening. Remembering. Bearing witness.

Because even as they disappear, these farmsteads still have something to say.

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Learn more about the evolving project on Documenting

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Be a part of preserving the memories on Support (coming soon)

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