The Forgotten Garden
Hudson, MA. 2016
I call this place The forgotten Garden - a name it earned not from folklore, but from memory. Once, this place was a carefully tended wonderland. My aunt’s hands kept every vine trimmed, every fairy statue placed with care. My uncle built the pond at its heart, and as children, we swam in it, surrounded by flowers, laughter, and small stone wings.
By the summer of 2016, nature had crept back in. I wandered alone beneath the sun, camera in hand, finding fairies half-swallowed by grape leaves, their painted faces chipped and fading. What was once vibrant had grown wild, but not empty. It was beautiful in a different way now- full of silence, soft decay, and the stories only I remembered.
That afternoon, I didn’t just photograph what had been lost- I honored what still remained.
