The Driftless region is defined by what is missing. Millenia ago, glaciers scraped across the midwest scooping up debris and depositing it as a blanket of drift. The areas they skirted remained driftless, unaffected as the world around was forever changed.
Over the course of a year, I made these images while driving through the region early in the morning before my family and the world awoke. No social obligations, no relationships to navigate. The work I escaped was someone else’s here. No crops to harvest, only to observe, unaffected.
The images in this collection are a meditation on the driftless. Subjects left to their own, watching the world go by, steadfast against change, or simply reflecting their own sense of place.