The Indiana I know only exists from the Ohio River to Indianapolis. In a cultural seam between the Midwest and the Upland South, the Hoosier Hills is a region most Americans can't quite place, and one I spent a portion of my life not fully appreciating.
My family tree traces back to a riverboat crossing in Louisville, a journey north by horseback, and a cabin built in Morgan County in 1827. Moving 200 years forward and 20 miles south, I’ve decided to start this project not as an attempt at historical recovery, but as a deliberate act of personal and cultural reflection.
Shot on 35mm and medium format film, color and black and white, this long-form project sits in the tradition of lyric documentary photography; not seeking to be a complete record, but rather an arrangement of visual poetry stemming from the ways of life that persist, quietly and deliberately, in the Indiana Uplands.