D
espite the
dense population of the
American north east, it
is still possible to find
oneself in the middle of
nowhere. And despite the
acceleration of the new
brought on by internet
technologies, one can still
happen upon relics from
an earlier information age.
Durston Saylor came
across the subject for
his photographic series,
Mosaic, in the enchanted
Northern
Kingdom
of Vermont, near the
Canadian border, in
a winter typically so bitter than one rarely encounters
another soul out-of-doors. Enchanted, because amidst
the sparseness of a New England crossroads, blanketed
in snow and the silence of a shuttered dry goods store,
the seemingly mundane revealed itself to be infinitely
complex. A dilapidated hand-painted wooden signboard
that once advertised the long-gone general store,
stopped Saylor in his snow tracks, even though he had
seen it many times before.
HYLAND
