One summer, a few years ago, I was working for this shitty, and horrible car relocating company called “CLR Auto Transport”. The people were all assholes and treated me like a jerk. They not only shorted me $300 from each check, I had to pay for every other hotel room, and I was working 100% of the time! They also yelled at me on the phone, and kept bouncing checks towards the end of our working relationship. One plus side was that I had an excuse to travel the country and when I found something interesting, I could stop and take photos. I had my laptop and camera handy on this trip. One day while delivering a company car from San Francisco, California, to Denton, Texas, I was driving along I-20 near Midland, Texas. I saw off in the distance beyond the frontage road, an old farm complex. As I remember it, there were three or four structures on the land.

I drove to the next exit, and then had to drive a few miles back on the frontage road to find this place. One thing about traveling around on a road trip in North America, is that this land is so large, and epically out west, things are so far and wide spread. I can easily see how people can get away with lots of twisted things way out in the middle of nowhere. I took my camera into the decaying, and sun-beaten wooden structures and did my best to take photos of the interior of the main house and guest house. I did not have a tripod and, so most of the photos I took were blurry.

I felt like an archeologist in a way. I even found many unopened letters and bank statements. However I did not really feel like opening the documents up, I felt that I would only take photos and not disturb anything. I would like to be a photographer, a professional one, however I seem most at peace and at ease hundreds of miles away from anyone, creeping in an around abandoned man-made places. Will I make any sort of living like this? Probably not. It sure is fun though. When far away at these places, I feel at peace and this is my way of creating or my creative outlet.