Westward Motion Through an Indifferent Landscape
Through thirty-six hundred miles, these photographs are a story of constant motion and its static qualities.
With little more than a few changes of clothes, two cameras, and a bag full of film, I volunteered to help drive my sister’s car back to the West Coast after her graduation in Massachusetts. These are a selection of the insubstantial moments from that late spring journey, the perspective from one of thousands traveling similar paths.
