My Road, 1974

 

I was turning 21 and had to go see.  I left college, worked odd jobs, bought a small Leica CL that didn’t look worth stealing, and hitchhiked the country.

There was still an underground “counter culture” happy to pick me up.  But the police were hostile.

 

It was amazing how many different experiences one could have in a single day.

 

28 black and white prints