As a man of repetition and superstition, I have formed a rather costly habit of taking off on a trip after completing a big project. By the time I finish whatever I have been working on I’m usually pretty exhausted, so it’s sort of a way to send myself to work rehab. Not sure how we picked the location this time around. I think maybe the tickets were cheap or something. Anyways, we chose Maui.

After being there for an hour, I found that the island is filled with roadside memorials. There are so many that it’s almost to the point where you realize that someone has died on every mile you have driven. I saw so many of them that I realized my photographic theme was leaning in a pretty morbid direction. At the end of the trip I had eight rolls of death, abandonment or isolation. With a couple of sunsets mixed in.

Not sure if it was all the death and loneliness, but when we got home we broke up. †