I stumble onto many of my favorite photography projects by accident, and Urban Archive is a good example. When I stopped to photograph layers of torn posters on a building, I spotted a nearby wooden power pole festooned with layers, as much a sculpture as a collage; delicate leaves of announcements hang from an infrastructure of wood and staples. As venues to advertise your band’s upcoming gig, your yard sale, your poetry reading, your CD release party, your offer of services, or a search for a lost pet, these beacons of communication are seemingly as important as a Facebook or Instagram post. As curious as I am about the words and messages buried within the layers, I admire the patina and form that time and the elements have imparted. I’m fascinated by this treasure trove of faded records of past events, and I invite you to be fascinated, too.
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