A to B.
We are all going somewhere. each car, bus, person, and plant moves with some efficiency towards its next goal. The freeways have become an integral part of my life; I depend upon them without knowing how they were made or who made them. Like our food, water, electricity, and garbage we share resources while rarely acknowledging our community. We rely upon common resources but we are distanced from them, not knowing how they got here or whom they have affected along the way. Our community has become so large that there is no simple way to share in appreciation of it. Our progress towards living on the land with ease has separated us from the very thing that gives us life.
For years I dreamt each night of driving. I’ve grown up with these freeways; they’ve been a constant in an inconsistent world. From behind my house their continual hum gave me companionship. Once able to drive, the freedom they offer became empowering, and the ability to see other ways of living was uplifting. I used to live in upstate New York- the lack of freeways felt confining as I missed the ability to speed dangerously over land.
There are infinite possibilities to what we could have created; yet here we are. For every detail there are countless perspectives and interpretations, leading to a new set of decisions. Within function lies beauty and form- this reoccurrence exists with or without our acknowledgement. The cycle of life and decay determinedly integrates with the concrete, metal and pavement. The seemingly inhospitable environments created by freeway overpasses become home to plants, animals, and people. I strive for an impartial view, an unbiased document of this inevitable collaboration.
What seems important now is to remain aware, not only of where we are going, but of the details along the way.