I get out in the world so that I can see things I haven’t seen. I want to know what America looks like: the cities, the suburbs, the country, all of it. I want to walk the roads in Tennessee. I want to feel the wind in Nebraska. I want to walk in the rain on a warm Fall evening in Chicago, I want to see the beauty of a California sunrise. This past Sunday I was driving through Ohio and everything was perfect. The clouds, the light, the temperature, everything lined up around me and provided a never ending number of opportunities to see, and to make photographs. I was euphoric all day. And that is why I go. For the euphoria. For the quiet of the countryside. For the breeze I hear through the cornfield. For the subject that sits out there in front of me and for the chance to get what I see into the camera. There are no mechanics, no thinking really, just me and the subject.
Of course, sometimes I get all of this: the perfect day, the euphoria, and the photos fall flat.
Not this time.