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?
These are awesome. Love the color, it makes me want to head out on a long drive through the backroads of the West. Thanks for sharing these.
These are awesome. Love the color, it makes me want to head out on a long drive through the backroads of the West. Thanks for sharing these.
These images tug at me. In-between places are the best. Reminds me of when I got lost on the plains of North Dakota one summer. So vast. So empty. Felt like you had to hold on to something or you’d simply rise into the sky. Hold on to in-between.
These images tug at me. In-between places are the best. Reminds me of when I got lost on the plains of North Dakota one summer. So vast. So empty. Felt like you had to hold on to something or you’d simply rise into the sky. Hold on to in-between.