70 Years ago..

It seemed fitting to post something on the 70th anniversary of James Deans death today having spent a portion of time in Marion Indiana. This image was not chosen in bad taste, but was the first image I made in Marion, a clapped out Mustang at the bottom of my street. It was to be one of the many abandoned cars I would encounter within the moisture of the land locked mid west.

Despite it’s horrors, my time in the moisture was most productive, amassing a large body of work romanticizing the mid west. Some places are just there to photograph providing countless opportunities, beautiful light, and an abundance of material.

Looking through the work, it seems James Dean was not the only good thing to come out of Marion Indiana.