The photographs were taken in Yuma, Arizona; a small city that sits on the Arizona, California, and Mexico border. Here, there is little rain, few jobs, and lots of communication in a language I don’t speak.
Yuma is where I spent the first 18 years of my life. It’s where I first fell in love. This place permeates all of my childhood memories. It looms over my past and weaves itself into my present.
I am nostalgic for it. I am afraid of it. I cannot understand it.
It’s a part of me, but I am no longer a part of it. And now I visit with my camera in hand, hoping to create a representation of Yuma that is more comforting than the place it is today — something that will stand still, as I move on.