What was intended as a second installment in the spirit
of the previous road trip (American Peregrinations, 2004)
actually turned out quite differently. Although greatly
shortened and modified, this traveling experience lent
itself to a new approach for me, where the selected
images were combined with short legends, in a
Roadside grill, telephone-post and background vegetation | Brushton, New-York, October 1st, 2007
This is Amish country. This is just a few steps away from the place where I stopped to eat. This is
not long after being searched at the border. This is not long before being searched again, at a road
block. This is day one. From there, anything could have happened.
Lincoln car, newspaper boxes and church | Columbus, Ohio, October 3rd, 2007
Roaming downtown before meeting with Chas Ray Krider. The following day, day 4 of what should have been a forty-plus days
affair, I had car problems in Kentucky. From there, I resignedly headed back home. I left packing about 40 rolls of film. I used less
than half of one. This is frame number 4 of a 36 exposure roll of Agfa APX 100 film. This is the story of that picture. Is it a sad one ?
Parking lot, trees and Adams County sky | Serpent Mound parking lot, Adams County, Ohio, October 4, 2007
It was a Thursday morning in rural Ohio. The roads were deserted under the mild air and clear skies of
an autumn day. Of all the places I intended to see upon leaving, this is the only one I actually got to see.
A few hours later, stuck on the shoulder of westbound Interstate 64, in Kentucky, something ended.
Lamp-post, trees and fog | Rest area, somewhere along Interstate 68, Maryland, October 6, 2007
Aboard a 1994 mint green Ford Taurus which, surprisingly, was still compliant about being on the
move, I decided that any road leading North or East would be a good enough path to follow. When
your starting point is Lexington, Kentucky, this, apparently, can lead you to Maryland.
Crab shell, rocks and sea | Acadia National Park, Maine, October 9, 2007
Not exactly Texas; not exactly home either. So I ended up in Maine. Sitting on these rocks, reading,
looking at the ocean. Taking photographs. Writing. Writing every day, in fact, to someone I greatly missed.
Wood siding, covered staircase and windows | Bar Harbor, Maine, October 11, 2007
In this charming little town, I felt like a stranger in more ways than one. The following day, it would rain. I would leave,
return home, bringing with me a feeling of incompletion, a taste for infinity, a couple of images and this tale to tell.