I had been living in Washington for several years when I first travelled east over the mountains. It was early spring and an overcast day. Low clouds hung over the muddy fields and the mountains felt close in but the same time, far off in the distance. I remember pulling off the road somewhere outside of Ellensburg and wanting to photograph the vast space but I didn’t know where to stand- I couldn’t frame the expanse of it. As we drove down Yakima Canyon Road, our sense of time softened with the miles and eventually, there was no sense of anything at all except where we were in that place, at that particular moment.
This book is an exploration of what it feels like to drive in this majestically quiet space.