‘Still Here’

Still Here is a portrait of towns often passed through but rarely seen. Shot in the rusted shadow of old industry and fading storefronts, this series captures the beauty and solitude of overlooked America. Each frame pauses on the quiet persistence of people and buildings that have weathered time, recession, and reinvention.

Rooted in the aesthetics of American documentary photography and lyrically resonant with the storytelling of Springsteen, these images are less about nostalgia than endurance. The light may fall softly, but it exposes everything — pride, wear, and the architecture of survival.

These are not ghost towns. They’re places still breathing.

Still working. Still here.

Wheeling, WV.

A solitary man stands beneath a fading “OPEN ATM” neon sign, half-lit by the late afternoon sun. The building, worn and windowless, is painted in dull greys and blues, marked “1939” above the awning. Its tired exterior and empty stree

Blackpool, UK

A bright and nostalgic bingo hall sits on the corner of a quiet street, bathed in warm summer light. The hand-painted signage reads “Pat’s 10p Prize Bingo – Family Fun” in cheery yellow and red letters, evoking the charm of a fading B

Atlantic City, New Jersey

Two tall, timeworn buildings dominate the skyline — one pale and weathered, the other built of red brick with ornate stonework, both marked by years of use and quiet neglect. They tower over a vast, empty green lot that fee

Asbury Park, New Jersey

A lone man reclines in a beach chair, sunbathing in front of a crumbling seaside structure. His skin is tanned, his posture relaxed, soaking in the last heat of the day. Behind him looms a grand, decaying building, once majes

Two figures sit at the edge of a sun-scorched curb, framed by a line of cars to the left and desert mountains in the distance. One man rests in a wheelchair, facing away from the camera, wearing a bright patterned bucket hat and grey hoodie. Just ahe

Blackpool, UK

A man steps out from the back of an open trailer parked on a quiet street, flanked by weathered terraced buildings under the sharp summer light. The scene is heavy with working-class grit, faded paint, boarded windows, and traces of ev

Los Angeles, CA
Inside a dimly lit metro station, two figures share a space divided by circumstance. On the left, an older man slumps against the cold concrete wall beneath a staircase, his legs stretched out, his expression hollow with exhaustion. O

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