Hocking Hills, Ohio

After the death of my grandma, I turned to the outdoors for solace kind of by accident. There was a freak very warm day in February and I drove an hour out of town to the Hocking Hills just to see what it was about. That road trip and hike resulted in a love affair with a place that became home away from home. During the deep days of the pandemic, I learned to solo hike here, driving down on most of my days off, just for something to do and to be connected to something in the days that everyone was so separated. After my relationship fell apart, I once again found myself in these glacier carved hollows and paths, seeking guidance, direction and a sense of comfort within myself.

The Hocking Hills is the one place I have photographed on every medium I work in, every film stock I try and every camera I own.