For 274 days I traveled alone around the United States in the pursuit of experience and self-discovery
What is it about moving forward that helps us look within?
How does our love of the open road redefine what we know of ourselves?
The resulting body of images is a chronicle of these months of travel and an exploration of our universal desire to know ourselves through the journeys we take.
From the introduction:
I set out on August 8th of 2014. Day 1 on the road. As the distance expanded from the place I just left, forward motion began to change me.
Any length of time on the road will pare down your belongings to just some. It shears away unnecessary thoughts. Outside the crowds, the people and the constant conversation, there is available space to think. Like the silence outside the reach of radio stations in the desert. Only the important questions are left in place, all terrifying and significant.
Before leaving in August, I read only stories from the road. As I followed the paths other writers wore down, I found John Steinbeck’s “Travels With Charley.” On the eve of my leaving I wrote down his words, a sentiment I did not then understand.
“We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip, a trip takes us.”
In this book are the images from the trip that has taken me.