“Rooms seemed hotter when he was in them. Rains fell straighter. Clocks slowed. Sounds were amplified. He considered himself a Southern loyalist and guerrilla in a Civil War that never ended. He regretted neither his robberies, nor the seventeen murders that he laid claim to. He had seen another summer under in Kansas City, Missouri and on September 5th in the year 1881, he was thirty-four-years-old.”
This is the farm where Jesse James grew up.
All images shot on the Jesse James Family Farm in Kearney, Missouri this fall with my Hasselbald 500C and Ilford HP5 black and white film. Journey to this place was inspired by the beauitful photography of the film The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.