I have read that our sense of the passing of time accelerates with age. As a child, summers stretched on forever. In my mid-40s, time has a peculiar way of going both slow and fast - some days feel like they last forever while the months manage to just somehow disappear.

In short - the past year has flown by. I was out of work last Winter and started a new job in May. I feel like I blinked and now it’s almost March again.

These photographs are from a second road trip that I took just a week before my first day at the new job. I had went south in February, and ended up going southwest in April since the weather wasn’t cooperating on the Northern Plains. The trip took me all the way to Arizona and I’ve yet to spend much time working with the photographs I took to see what worked and what didn’t.