I’ve made these photographs while traveling, working, wandering, or simply paying attention. They are small observations of an America I find funny, beautiful, contradictory, and occasionally difficult to explain. I’m drawn to the ways people shape the places around them: the things we build, paint, preserve, repair, decorate, abandon, celebrate, and make our own. Sometimes it is a landscape, sometimes a person, sometimes just the peculiar arrangement of objects that could only have happened in that particular place. I think of these photographs as postcards, not from destinations, but from looking closely at where we live. How do we honor what we love?