feast and famine
vacational © Laura Kicey
Finding my way to places I've never been.
tracking © Laura Kicey
Central Pennsyvania is a wealth of untapped photographic gold. Plans to return are in the making. I found a place that, in its empty way, welcomed me. Many adventures were had.
lasting impressions © Laura Kicey
Shamokin, though impoverished, tells amazing tales with it worn walls and muddy streets. The season's first snow had fallen when I woke up in Boiling Springs this Thanksgiving, and I was far too warmed to leave the house. No regrets.
smoking © Laura Kicey
Stepping upon tense ground in Centralia, breathing uncertain air while the snow bit at my toes and wind pulled at our faces was a strange affirmation. Things to share. He took me there. We covered miles upon miles.
underfoot © Laura Kicey
New Jersey. No. I'm sorry. I've tried. I had great hopes, but I can't like it. I don't want to go back. The message was loud and clear: We don't want you here, go back to PA. Standing in a bar parking lot in broad daylight, openly and without hesitation, camera in hand is a threatening act, apparently.
'What're you two doing?'
'That's the wrong answer. I'm calling the cops.'
bridge © Laura Kicey
If only I knew what the question really was.
At the end, I found my way home. And I was thankful.
take cover © Laura Kicey