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Camera Stories: Country Roads  

It is the kind of place you go to remember.

Heart, simplicity.

Where license plates are fences and overgrown tractors are monuments to the hard working hands that work the land. 

People smile and wave here. No such thing as “anonymous.” For the best and worse of its wares, these places know you are a visitor. They know you will romanticize them without understanding their depth.

Everything out here takes time. Labor. Even motion feels like effort away from the constant flow of the cities. Beasts of burden clickity-clacking their way through town. Sprawling distance and land between neighbors. 

All at once easy to feel both isolated from the world and in touch with its essence. Circular in thought. 

35mm B/W Reversal Film | Prints | Melissa Martens 

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Camera Stories: Country Roads  

It is the kind of place you go to remember.

Heart, simplicity.

Where license plates are fences and overgrown tractors are monuments to the hard working hands that work the land. 

People smile and wave here. No such thing as “anonymous.” For the best and worse of its wares, these places know you are a visitor. They know you will romanticize them without understanding their depth.

Everything out here takes time. Labor. Even motion feels like effort away from the constant flow of the cities. Beasts of burden clickity-clacking their way through town. Sprawling distance and land between neighbors. 

All at once easy to feel both isolated from the world and in touch with its essence. Circular in thought. 

35mm B/W Reversal Film | Prints | Melissa Martens