I’ve always considered myself more of an artist than a photographer. My favorite tool is the camera but I refuse to let this tool define my craft. What can be called my “style” has always been most influenced by the women in my life, the most influential being my mother.
She was the artist in our family. Among her many talents she also produced some amazing ceramic pottery. She had a deep passion for the open road, and more specifically the back roads of America. She would call them “blue highways” referring to William Least Heat-Moon’s book “Blue Highways: A Journey into America”. These blue highways allude to small, forgotten, out of the way roads connecting rural America (which were drawn in blue on the old style Rand McNally road atlas). She would drive us around the states and I was dubbed “navigator“. I was simply instructed to avoid the large cities, and the dreaded interstate freeways.
We made countless journeys zigzagging across the United States. We would stop on a whim to take photographs, collect memories, and soak in the warm glow of novelty. This method of travel has continued on guiding my excursions and philosophy of life. Always looking for the road less traveled. Hoping to find some forgotten place, some secret trail that the interstate traveler has long forgotten.