I had recently moved to a new town where each morning I found myself stopping at the same stop at the same time. It was in front of a large brick building, one morning I found myself looking up and spotted a man wearing a hair net looking out the window. I began to find myself looking up to see if he was there which he was, I began to wave and he would waved back.
I asked around and learned it was a noodle factory that had been founded over one hundred years ago. I got curious about it and got a hold of the owner and was allowed in to photograph. At first I was escorted through the factory, but I was eventually allowed to wander on my own. I finally got to meet and photograph “The Window Man” as I called him.
It wasn’t long after I made these photos that the factory closed down. I had always liked that I lived in a place that made something. Like so many other smaller towns it changed. My former town became a bit too fancy and too expensive for me. The small ranch homes that once stood bulldozed to make room for over the top homes for too much money. Like the former workers I moved on.