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  For the Love of Dolphins     The following images were taken on a 13,000 mile motorcycle trip through rural America. Before I left I was inspired by stories of grandeur in the American West. What I found however, were small bleak towns. Towns far p
       
     
Seaside, Oregon.jpg
       
     
Brookings, Oregon.jpg
       
     
Phoenix, Arizona.jpg
       
     
Florence, Oregon.jpg
       
     
Florence,  Oregon.jpg
       
     
Phoenix,  Arizona.jpg
       
     
Middlesboro, Kentucky.jpg
       
     
Greensboro, Pie Lab.jpg
       
     
Ogallala, Nebraska.jpg
       
     
Gallup, New Mexico.jpg
       
     
Shoshoni, Wyoming.jpg
       
     
Sacaton, Arizona.jpg
       
     
Middlesboro,  Kentucky.jpg
       
     
Wendover, Utah.jpg
       
     
  For the Love of Dolphins     The following images were taken on a 13,000 mile motorcycle trip through rural America. Before I left I was inspired by stories of grandeur in the American West. What I found however, were small bleak towns. Towns far p
       
     

For the Love of Dolphins

The following images were taken on a 13,000 mile motorcycle trip through rural America. Before I left I was inspired by stories of grandeur in the American West. What I found however, were small bleak towns. Towns far past their prime, settled into a slow decay: vestiges of a former time. I became interested in the mundane stories of life in these places. A teenager riding his bicycle twenty miles to buy a sword, a boat for sale in the middle of Nebraska, a pile of discarded fire hydrants and muffled voices through hotel walls. I sought majesty, but found desolation.