This is the conclusion of a three years’ war.
An abbreviated documentation of two months spent, 4,351 miles crossed, with the aid of only a tripod.
A response to the contention of whether to jar the wind or to lavish its passing by.
A lone sojourn from West Virginia, to Virginia, Missouri, Texas, Missouri again, Colorado, and eventually returning to Arizona- driving no less than twelve hours each stint.
A great plenty was not recorded though, choosing existence free of taxation. For this war had wrought my countenance tattered; ill-suited to keep in place these birds’ bones, and reddened thistles. What does remain though, is a bit of my time spent in my hometown of Sterling Virginia, to my few days staying with friends in San Antonio, Texas, to my month-long stay with my breathtakingly creative grandparents in St. Louis, Missouri (Wherein I had chosen to do more filming given the greater timespan).
and finally, a bit of the drive home.
It is an impossibility for me to truly express to all those- on film and those not, how greatly they have healed me. And though I may never be able to fully do so, I would still like to say with the deepest appreciation, free of pomp and ornament, in the sincerest form of humanity: thank you. To all those who provided me a place to lay my head, to the new friends and the old, to all those who taught me how to breathe again: thank you. Thank you for being so kind.
It is honest, and tattered. It is heartfelt and inconclusive. It is the exact representation of the emotion and mental state by which it was made. I have never been so entirely proud of something i’ve created. This is the start of something wonderful.