This body of work is an exploration of small town life in a town where seemingly no one lives. People come from elsewhere to open shop for those who are “just passing through.” Gas stations and restaurants are surrounded by overly ambitious sprawling parking lots. Rusting restaurant equipment sits outside of shuttered independent cafes alongside bustling corporate giants. This ‘Town of Motels’ offers hundreds of rooms for those headed somewhere else.
On trips I’ve always looked forward to reaching Breezewood, either as the gateway to an adventure far from home or as a landmark signifying that I’m almost back. I set out to photograph a portrait of a town that was designed to appeal to no more than our basic needs of fuel and a place to rest.