Amidst the political unrest of the 2020's I took on my third large solo photography project. When George Floyd died and the country was launched into a social unrest unlike anything in my lifetime, I knew I had to go with my camera. On this eve of destruction, I visited Minneapolis and visited where George Floyd died. I visited Seattle and the Capital Hill Autonomous Zone. I spent a day and night in Portland. I also visited Mt. Rushmore the day before Trump's July 4th speech there. 

I visited Fort Snelling State Park. I visited Black Hills national forest where I saw Mt. Rushmore and the Crazy Horse's monument. I ran and crept across Badland's national park. Shopped Wall Drug. I hiked and wandered in Glacier National Park. I hiked up to the base and around Devil's Tower. I travelled the fields under the Grand Tetons. I stood over the boiling pools of Yellowstone, seeing Old Faithful erupt. Explored the Black Feet Indian Reservation in Montana. I climbed in the fog and ran in the clear at Olympic National Park. I meditated and walked Rialto Beach. I experienced Seattle's Botanical Gardens and Portland's Zen gardens. I ate Voodoo Doughnuts.

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I don't endorse all messages represented in my photographs. I am an individual documenting reality. For that I am guilty as charged.