I moved to Colorado two weeks before I turned twenty one. A decade later, I went back to my childhood home in Ohio for a week in September. I drove down rural country roads with my dad and brother, exploring childhood landscapes that were a distant memory. The landscape felt new and compelling; there were photographs everywhere I looked.

I continued to make a week long trip to Ohio every year until 2020, when my grandmother told me her lung cancer had returned. She wanted my wife and me to come back for a month to spend time with her before things got worse. We spent June in Ohio, living with family, taking my grandmother to cancer treatments, and making photographs.

Since then, we’ve packed up our vehicle every year and made the annual trip cross country to spend several months in Ohio. The landscape is no longer new, it’s home again. After returning from my final trip for this project, my last living grandmother sent me the message, “Miss you already”.