When I was eight, our family moved to Iowa and, then, the following year to Kansas where my father taught history at the University in Lawrence. To a young kid from the East Coast, the Midwest seemed foreign, sun-baked, and limitless - full of strange flat horizons and fields that stretched for miles.

When I went back there to photograph, I was reminded of the feeling of being an outsider in a new town  - of trying to find my place in a world I was just starting to grasp. I would peer into backyards and houses for any pattern or discoveries to understand how I got from there to here and what I may have left behind. /KANSAS