There Was Only Ever One Way

(2021-Present)

There Was Only Ever One Way Out began as a collection, a way to savor the experiences of my solo travels, an attempt at a living journal of sorts. However, like other subjects I’ve focused on, there is a return to loss and even to grieving. In 2024, my oldest son received his driver’s permit, a true coming of age. As a father and a lover of the road, it has been revelatory to see that many of the coming-of-age generation beginning to drive don't have the same sense of auto adventure and the independence that I and many previous generations experienced when they started driving. In addition, I lost my mom to dementia in August of 2025, and during the last four years all I ever wanted was to take her for one last drive - to show her there was still an immense, beautiful, and still places you could go where you can feel small. And so this project has also become a letter to her, and an acknowledgment that I carry her with me - not exactly as I had wished for, yet still what I am grateful to have.

Every photograph is made from the front seat of a car through the windshield or out the side as I travel, be it domestic or international. The result of that is sometimes a photograph is tack sharp, and still more often is soft, blurry and impressionistic as the road tends to be as we make our way down. It is a constant reminder that time doesn’t stand still and neither does our experience on the open road.