STRAY SHOOTS

“It’s just a ride” - Bill Hicks

There is a hidden geography in the American South that defies maps—made of dusty highways losing themselves in the nothingness, sun-bleached signs, and weathered wooden shacks blackened by time. It is a land suspended between the memory of a mythical past and the silence of an abandoned present, where time seems to have stopped without ever finding peace.

Stray Shoot stems from this journey along the margins, a drifting without a safety net through the unpolished folds of deep America. There is no superficial romanticism in these images, nor any attempt to sugarcoat reality. It is raw, direct photography that chooses to look straight into the eyes of everyday struggle, cracks in the pavement, and the stubborn pride of communities forgotten by progress.

Every shot is a fragment of truth stolen from the road: the relentless glare shimmering on the hot asphalt, car wrecks, stagnant swamps. This work does not look for answers; it records presences. It is an attempt to capture the raw and aching soul of a South that endures, immortalized in its imperfect and merciless beauty.