Painted Pines.

 Painted Pines. Utah. 2016

 

As I took to the road on my first roadtrip since relocating Stateside, I quickly realised this was one of the reasons I came back to America.
The senses one feels when all you have in front of you is open road and endless possibilities can be a litttle overwhelming at first and everything looks wonderful and worthy of a photograph.
As the dust settles and you find your rhythm you begin to think more clearly; As beautiful as those snow capped mountains are, it's not what I want to be making images of, thats not for here..
And so seven hundred miles later, tired and hungry you pull into the motel parking lot and there it is, the start of your new body of work...