I Dream a Highway Back to You.

Thunderbird on Main Street, Shamokin PA.

Cars, like this great lumbering beast of the late 20th century, populate my photographs so frequently not only because of their obvious prevalence in the American landscape but because the gleam and glint of the metal makes me sweat. I have been known to stop and stare, exclaim wildly about a vintage model and fantasize about the way the open road must feel under the tires of such a sleek machine, how the internal combustion engine opens up and shoots forward with 400 horsepower. The promise of hot metal and gasoline, of asphalt and chrome intoxicates.