Empty Road

Empty Road | East Wenatchee, WA | May 2020

Whoever thought we might miss traffic? In recent weeks I’ve heard people speak wistfully of the stop-and-go and bumper-to-bumper as measures of human vitality. I sympathize, sure, but am headed in a different direction. For me, the near-disappearance of traffic has been a cause for happy horn honking, one positive side effect of society’s tragic pause. Among us highway habitués, those who find themselves by losing themselves on twisty backroads, these spans of empty asphalt are full of possibility. It’s like exploring new territory, noticing the previously unnoticed. In a way, the road has become the vehicle.