John Trotter

About twenty years ago I was wandering around in Nevada with my camera, compelled to photograph there and hoping that doing so would help me articulate the story I needed to tell to myself. I had just retreated back West from my first move to New York City, realizing that I would need a running start the next time if I were to survive there for real.

Looking back at them now, having left them alone for years, I realize, among other things, that I was trying to understand why we choose the places where we will live the stories of our lives.

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