Photography and text: Corey Amaro
My bag is packed.
Ticket in hand.
Ready to go.
I look forward to driving on the back roads
October is Willows is the best time of the year:
The harvest, the golden hue, the open spaces to stand in awe.
I heard somewhere that the place where one lived when they are around twelve years old has a lasting impression on ones visual concept of beauty and color.
Pick up trucks,
Children come and go.
Do you live in the same place where you were born?