I drive a lot of back roads. A lot. It drives my wife—and on trips, my students—nuts at times. But this habit grew from my understanding that back roads offer prime chances at images few people ever see, a chance to unite a rural sensibility with a visual aesthetic that has both meaning and appeal.
Opening one’s eyes to his or her everyday surroundings is a fantastic challenge for most photographers; as they become inured to the sights and sounds of the local environment, sight stops. I, too, have suffered these bouts, so I force myself to open my eyes. Monday morning, as I drove to my office, the early morning light and ducks milling about inspired me to make an impressionistic capture, and helped me renew my visual relationship with what’s just outside my front door.