Spaces that come to us void of human interaction and at the same time have the hand of human contact in their visual field intrigue me, and over the years as much as I would like to walk away and say that I already made that picture many times over, I stop and take the picture once again. I can only imagine what went on at some point in time that helped to create this human landscape. It is at that moment I realize forever how little we really know about where we are. That's the point for me as a photographer. I don't want to know everything and I often simply want to wander around within the four corners of the image and take my thoughts to that "once was" place. Most of these images are filled with information, yet they remain empty, a metaphor or a symbol of roads with no end, tire tracks, empty chairs and holes in the ground. What happened?