Part of the reason why I take so many pictures is to remember things. I have a fear of forgetting. To cope with this fear I photograph and write. A lot. When time interferes with the development of film, I do forget what I have captured in frames and am pleasantly surprised with remembering. My memory is sometimes like an old friend I haven't seen in a while...
Nevada
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| On the open road, blue skies ahead. |
Utah
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| The Salt Flats drew out an unhealthy obsession from within me. I have an affinity with the desert. |
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| I could have spent the whole day photographing the flats. I plan to return and do this. |
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| Rich reds and oranges of the mountains in Utah. |
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| An image from the best drive of the trip through fog swept towns and disappearing mountain tops. Eric and I fell in love with a small town by the name of Helper, UT. |
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| The ghost town of Cisco, UT. I had to look up the name of the town in my notebook. At the end of every day I recorded our trip and asked Eric the names of towns and places. Thank you, Eric, for being so patient. |
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| There comes a power with a camera in which you can ask people to do things outside of their comfort zone in the name of art! One such thing may be to ask a friend to stand inside a very, very creepy and possibly haunted building. |
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| Another abandoned house in Cisco, UT. So empty, quiet, and very unsettling. |
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