It occurred to me the other day that for the past 5 or so years, a large proportion of my photographs have been made from a moving vehicle. Largely because I spend a large part of my time sitting in the passenger seat, travelling from place to place on a regular basis, and often long distances.
Somehow I should honour that, because however “successful”, or not, by anyone else’s standards, they may be, they are still valid. A recognition of my recognition, subconscious understanding, and action, at any point. Not only do they serve as a history of our travels, but they also serve as a window on my picturemaking at that time.
These were my thoughts as I made this picture.