I had never heard of Susan Worsham before.
Now, after having taken the time to look through her beautiful, honest and eerily nostalgic photographs—her stories are all-encompassing.
This particular series, “Some Fox Trails in Virginia”, is meant to be a “metaphorical map, of the rediscovered paths of my childhood home.”
At the age of 34, I came back to Virginia to care for my mother, who died shortly after my return. As the last of my family passed, I turned my lens to old friends, and their new families.
These photographs are not meant to be purely autobiographical, but rather representations of how I view things, based on my own experiences, and those of the people that I have met along the way.