July 2020, Year of the Pandemic, housebound and restless, the baby knowing only our living room … we needed a road trip. We sketched a route with another family, scrounged up an RV and embarked on a 4,500-mile odyssey through Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Utah and back to California. 

I shot American Window along the way, aiming to not simply capture what we saw, but what it was like. There are resonant, poignant, sometimes surreal vignettes and juxtapositions everywhere if you look for them. To me they are bittersweet. The bison with traffic. The deer between satellite dish and sawmill. The goat and the Harley, each encroaching on the other’s territory. The grizzled store owner among his treasures. The prehistoric bison and its prehistoric sauna, ignoring the tourists. Rushmore small and isolated. 

This window is an opening, a portal through which lies something more. It offers a framed glimpse into what’s out there. Into the beauty in the non-beautiful.