The Tragedies of Faylene Caulfield

Faylene Caulfield caught horror in the lens of her camera. Tragedies.

Her father gave her that camera in the summer of 1929. By autumn he was dead. Drowned. Her first photograph is the beach near the family home, the day after he disappeared into the sea.

From then on, she photographed places where tragedy had happened or, inexplicably, soon would. She was drawn to the darkness, the pain, the misery. It was what she knew. What the world showed her.

Not one explains itself; they are simply dated. Still, you can see the tragedy that happened. Or the one that will.

Until someone whispers in your ear, a photograph is only a photograph. The whisper opens your mind, and you see what you did not want to see: the horror just outside of view.