February 8, 2012
Back then we were always chasing the wind. There was something out there on the road that reminded us of everything we were and everything we could never be. And In the mid-day light all those broken towns, invisible from the highway, seemed to be dying so slow, sitting like orphans in the September heat - their histories all buried and forgotten. And there was nothing we could do for them, for all those lonesome places, but pass on by. photo + text / jordan sullivan, 2012

Back then we were always chasing the wind. There was something out there on the road that reminded us of everything we were and everything we could never be. And In the mid-day light all those broken towns, invisible from the highway, seemed to be dying so slow, sitting like orphans in the September heat - their histories all buried and forgotten. And there was nothing we could do for them, for all those lonesome places, but pass on by.

photo + text / jordan sullivan, 2012