For over 20 years, I have been driving the Pearblossom Highway on my annual

pilgrimage from Los Angeles to Montana. 

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In 2000 I began photographing the tires that dotted the road's shoulder.

Painted, piled, half buried, wire added, reflectors, tape...

Tires as markers, defining how to find home.

I continued to photograph new markers yearly, documenting how they were

modified by time or by their makers.

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Then they began to disappear.

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Road improvements.  More houses built.  Cleaning up the landscape.

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Few, if any remain today.