One of my favorite parts of being a photographer is the opportunity to find remnants of people’s lives that, though worn, are suspended in time: old milk cartons, an elderly man’s Reader’s Digest collection, half-full pill bottles, or a crib (minus the baby, thank God).
Particularly common items include caches of canned vegetables, jellies, or jams. Because they are usually stored in dark, out-of-the-way spaces, they are often overlooked when—or if—someone comes to clean out the place after the previous residents have moved on. They can be found lurking in under-stairs closets or deep inside basements. They are so ubiquitous, in fact, I'm often surprised when I DON'T find them.
This photo of a Mason jar conjures memories of my mom, grandmother, and me breaking beans and stuffing jars, prefacing a night inevitably punctuated by the pops of lids sealing in the stillness.