Family Vacation

I made a sock monkey for a friend who was having a baby. Never having had one, I was always jealous of the kids in my neighborhood who did. I sent the monkey off to my friend’s baby and found I was still at a loss. I promptly made another and named him The Baby. I tossed him into my car while loading it for a trip from Los Angeles to Boise, Idaho. The journey recalled a bit of nostalgia for the quintessential road trip taken by a generation of kids who grew up in America in the 1950s and 1960s. The images examine the impact of human intervention on the erasure of land and culture. I realized that the vacation snapshots I took with The Baby were not portraits of him, rather they were social landscapes incorporating the natural landscape, but they are distinctly not about the natural world.