Our memories are often vague, imperfect and frequently embellished. Images, songs and smells trigger a flood of memories that are unique to each person. As a child, my family would often go on camping trips, usually to the forest or the ocean. My father enjoyed being on the road, seeing what here was to see – from him I learned that every moment had potential, every change of scenery could be interesting, every stop along the way was worthy of at least a moment’s notice. This series, like my childhood memories, is about fragments, moments glimpsed along the way, about the journey, not the destination.
All images shot 2009, printed in palladium at 10”x10” and 14”x14”