There's something magical that happens when I drive on long, winding country roads through Ohio. The lack of most things makes what's there seem more special. The terrain isn't very exciting and the towns are small and bare, but there is a certain quietness that is soothing. At night, you can judge the size of the city based on the reflection of it's lights on the gray Ohio skies. You can see this from miles away, and it creeps up on you with the wind blowing over the stocks of corn.
The people of here are a reflection of this land as well. There is something there because they lack so much. The midwest is known for lacking a regional dialect. Often described as bland, the characteristics of us are quiet, but peaceful. I am looking to show this through photographs. The people and who they are based on the reflections of themselves in their environment. The reflections include the space around them, the vastness of the land and confinements of their homes. The objects the people interact with every day. Some object's presence in their lives being as loud as a truck and others as quiet as their breathing; everything around them showing who they are and what they do.