…I found myself driving north of Gillette on Highway 59. Turning onto a road to examine a metal building, I noticed a sprawling, vacant trailer park. The next few hours were spent photographing the park’s individual lots—114 in total.
By the time this beautifully designed book closes, it closes like a day. And its attentions, both external and internal, have been rewarded by surprise: a companionship, echoing the company they themselves offer. Distance, not for its own sake, then, but as an earnest seeking — as means.