On certainty and consequence.
I didn’t know it at the time, but 2001 would be the last summer I would spend in West Virginia. In 2002 I was a busboy at a chic Chelsea restaurant; in 2003 an intern at Condé Nast; and finally in 2004 I became the Media Manager at the Maine Photographic Workshops in Rockport. This last job morphed into a full-time position, taking me permanently away from the hills and valleys I always thought I would return to.
The reality of this first hit me in the summer of 2005. I began to understand that my job was not temporary. There was a repetition in the seasons that comforted and frightened me in equal measure.
These images were made years later, but it was always clear to me when the ideas were first formed. These are sugar traps and empty country roads and a gilded, fragile, maturity.