Behind closed doors is a story. A place that’s hidden where many devious things go unnoticed. The decaying motels in Lancaster County are a representation of a counterculture. They are empty, they are lonely, and they are imperceptible. These motels are seedy; they hint at the lives of roamers and are a relic of the past.
I have spent the last three months prowling about these motels, peering into windows and sneaking into empty rooms. These images capture the haunting essence of the individuals who have once been here. I am a voyeur exploring places where I am not welcome, attempting to grasp on to clues and details of a presence unknown.
The series comes together to represent the lost narrative of motels where vagrants, prostitutes, drug addicts and criminals have gone to hide. While police reports and news outlets may suggest their presence, these photographs tinge at their true prevalence.