I get a real kick from driving an open road in a stark landscape. From strange terrain. Walking in spaces people don't normally walk in. Finding something somebody decided to forget about. From seeing what is there. Maybe it's because I've spent some time driving in places like this. Maybe I seek these places out because I think I'll like them. It's profoundly exciting exploring a new place, and somehow that turns to poignancy when I look back at having been there.
A strange landscape is filled with artifacts and markers the familiar eye ignores. Mundane and intrigue co-mingle in variant lamp posts, warning signs and impersonal objects.. The very character of the landscape is inferred to these forms, as their meaning to the traveling eye becomes symbolically greater than their function.