“What Will All This Mean to Me?”
Springfield, MO
Photographs
2017



In 2017, I found myself restless and aimless.
I had finished riding a bike across the US and began my first attempt at being self-employed. I was 22.
I carried a camera wherever I went, then went home to develop and process the images that were created. I was aware of how strange this period was and asked myself, “What will all this mean to me?”
Already, the answer to this question has changed, and it’s changing still.
I had finished riding a bike across the US and began my first attempt at being self-employed. I was 22.
I carried a camera wherever I went, then went home to develop and process the images that were created. I was aware of how strange this period was and asked myself, “What will all this mean to me?”
Already, the answer to this question has changed, and it’s changing still.