I photograph the distance between my parents' homes as I drive myself 289 miles, and try to feel this sense of loss, loneliness, and severance reflected in the barren landscape. I photograph slowly, allowing myself time to view and interpret the distance and how it manifests itself visually. The photographs I make map my route and mark my journey between rupture and repair. The emptiness, the overgrowth, the nothingness: it is all a way of looking for myself in the landscape, a physical reflection of my feelings and my search for solace and companionship. Together, the photographs form a pathway that I will continue to follow in search of headway.