Breezewood is an exploration of small-town life in a town where seemingly no one lives. People come from elsewhere to open shop for those who are “just passing through.” Gas stations and restaurants are surrounded by overly ambitious sprawling parking lots. Rusting restaurant equipment sits outside of shuttered independent cafes alongside bustling corporate giants. This ‘Town of Motels’ offers hundreds of rooms for those headed somewhere else.
On road trips I’ve always looked forward to passing through Breezewood as the town either represented a gateway to an adventure far from home or as a landmark signifying that I’m almost back. I set out to photograph a portrait of Breezewood to further explore a town that left an emotional impression on me but was designed to appeal to no more than our basic needs of fuel and a place place to rest. Through the process I discovered that Breezewood represents in a microcosm the struggles of the American economy framed by the thrills and pitfalls of the Great American Road Trip.