David Hilgier Photographs

Time to look to the past and a trip to Peru a decade ago. A set of photos that gathered digital dust on a harddrive. Life got in their way and all it took for me to work on them was a year+ without travel. One day we’ll leave this country, until then, I’ll do so in my mind.

Alone with the storm and its welcomed silence.

A corner we pass through almost daily transformed into an otherworldly scene.

The peak of a winter storm captured on a quintessential Park Hill block. A lonely bus makes its way unencumbered down 23rd Avenue despite the rapidly accumulating precipitation.

Scenes of the season reflected in an old glass window pane.

A new year settles in. The realities of the previous year continue to the next. The park one of the few places we feel and find comfort.

Have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light?

Abbott’s Church was our destination for the day. Our arrival was greeted by a congregation of tumbleweeds gathered along the property’s boundary. Its fresh coat of paint a clean contrast to the weathered texture surrounding it.

The church’s interior offered relative warmth from the bitter cold outside. The constant rustle of the wind outside replaced by enough of a draft to animate the curtains adorning the windows.

Beauty and fragility still encapsulated in what remains.