Cars have a close association with America’s cultural mythos of mobility, independence, self-reliance, consumption and the ethos of cool. Jack Kerouac romanticized them as he explicated “the road,” about driving away and watching people on the horizon receding as cars pull away from one place to another. But the gaze turns from inside to outside; I’m standing here, watching these cars pull away from me, receding into miles that stretch from such an idealistic vision of wants, of careless highways, dark and starry nights in a mythical west, to an endlessly deferred horizon. It keeps me from looking too closely at the debris and residue between here and there. What fuels this imagining? What sustains the consumption and recycling of past into present? I’m exploring the visual remnants of dreams and the certainties of steal. Images captured and edited with iPhone 3Gs in 2010-2011, in Seattle and Portland.