Blue is an experiment in ritual and collection that began with a pilgrimage to Walden Pond. Instead of the idyllic scenes I had imagined while reading Thoreau, I encountered a tourist trap littered with empty takeout containers and overflowing minivans. After this failed visit to rural Massachusetts, my feelings of lost enchantment grew. I used the act of photographing as a way to draft unrequited love letters to places I wished to travel to, had been fortunate to visit, or could really only imagine. The photographs are at once skeptical, dour, and prone to fits of magical thinking – and the resulting work is a site to wrestle with and resolve tensions between expectation and reality; a place to play in the space of dreams and my imagination. The photographs in Blue long for escape and draw attention the inadequacies and frustrations of description, memory, and knowing.