Blue

A couple years ago I found myself making photographs of the most ubiquitous of Alaskan landscape intruders - the blue tarp. It happened innocently enough, an unrelated landscape project that evolved into a topological hunt. I haven't known what to do with these, and put them aside for some time. But, spring has uncovered them again, and I find myself seeking them out. I find their sameness comforting, but also the idea of their role of protecting, or hiding, in the most obvious ways. For now, the photos serve as a sort of strange inventory that (for some reason) I can't ignore.