There are places alongside our roads where beauty waits. Overlooked places that often bear an inconsiderate midden: beer cans, disposable diapers, an old shoe, transient plastics; the debris of modern culture. Seldom do I deliberately photograph this stuff, but neither can I avoid its inevitability. More importantly, beyond the debris, one can discover more consonant orders.

I enjoy photographing in these places. There is opportunity and reward in remaining open to the possibility of realizing these orders and their attendant beauties. There is also a sense of redeeming the neglect and damage, by making pictures that recognize and display a formal and dignified beauty in these otherwise ignored places.

I believe that pictures change us. They awaken us to see anew subjects dismissed as offensive or unworthy of our attention. If we can learn to see in marginalized places that there is beauty, we can change our patterns of neglect, and act within our environment with more affection and care.