The West
I remember the huge fields in my backyard where the grass got so tall that a little crouching could hide you completely. The large Jacaranda tree whose branches seemed to reach out impossibly from its trunk hovering above. Forests of Ivy marching over our fence from the over-infested neighbors yard. The photographs in this collection are representative of the feelings that the imagery of my childhood invoked in me. But all collective of the westerly feeling under which I grew. And that impressed upon me its sense of aesthetics as part of my own.