Somewhere
I went to Montana for the first time in the spring of 2019. Within the first ten minutes of driving from the airport towards my destination I had to pull over as I was overwhelmed by the landscape. One of the qualities that profoundly affected me was the vastness in every direction. Yet there was no one in sight and no other vehicle so that I literally set my tripod up in the middle of the highway. The leftover melting patches of snow from the long winter (as it was March), the apparent randomness of those snow coverings, and the very real feeling of impermanence (the pressure to take the picture before the snow vanished as the news was predicting warm weather the following day) was an otherworldly and transcendent experience that I was not prepared for. My mother had died a year and a half before and I was grieving the greatest loss I have ever experienced. The smallness I felt in comparison to the space I stood in, the vulnerability that one can't help but feel on a highway, the incredible scraps of snow, combined with my mother's passing are all embedded in the pictures.