Documenting a journey from the coastal mountain range of the west coast of north america to Yellowstone national park.
On this journey it was astonding how many differnt biomes a traveller crosses, from fertile coastal settings to arid rain shadows, canyons to plains, wilderness to farmland. Acoss these terrains you also cross cultural borders, and it is highlighted to the outsider the concerns and perspectives of the local populations in the zeitgeist of each location.
The picture of the house in the feild particularly spoke to me, shot from a moving truck I caught this derelict house which was once presumably a farm house but left emty and abanded presented a feeling of a place left forgotten by America. A feeling present in the village we were passing through. A vast solitude of farmland kept in check only by an army of John Deere tractors and their pilots, supplied only by a small single street village adorned from tip to tail in star spangled banners at every doorway.
An eyeopening trip that I hope one day to repeat.
