2014 – 2018

An interstate cuts off an old two-lane highway town’s lifeblood. Thirsty desert farms siphon water from a river demoting a once rich lake into a salty puddle. An accidental lake that once brought water skiers withers into the baked playa. The relics of lonely highway motels that never got enough business. A shuttered movie theatre in a dying town that once thrived around building bombs. And the survivors of a world they didn’t quite fit into make a stand on the foundations of a long-gone military base.

I started getting interested in these rusty in-between places during my travels and work in Eastern California in 2013. I started making the in-between places my destinations. In my travels, I didn’t always take photos, and as I look back on them, I realize that many of the images I did make didn’t do the places justice. As I sort through these in 2019, I realize that I’ve grown a lot over the years. And I realize that I’m still in-between, perhaps perpetually. But maybe that doesn’t matter. Is it about the destination, really? What is in-between and what’s not?