I got a new camera for christmas, just a new point and shoot Casio, but it's nice to be able to take pictures anytime again. Yesterday, on a drive up I-5, I just started snapping away and couldn't stop. The freeway is a strange place, and I think these pictures are even stranger. The cars here are suspended in motion, driven by unknowing subjects, creating oddly voyeuristic and often intimate shots. The sidewise view renders a busy freeway as open, and captures an anonymity of place common here. As much as I can't stand the landscape of a freeway bound culture, I am fascinated by its imagery and its obsession with control against all odds.
