On the Road
Diving along the endless highways and roads of the American southwest, I feel at times as if the car’s windshield has transformed into a large screen in a movie theatre. An endless montage of signage, many from a long-gone, less homogenized, and nationally-branded era stream past, guideposts to an America that now exists mostly as a memory.
I always traveled alone, which made these trips a spiritual experience, much like my own private Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage. In that sense, the “journey” of creating these images was as much one across the physical landscape as it was an interior transit.
In the words of John Steinbeck: “We do not take a trip, a trip takes us.”