The Mountain Was Always There pulls from an archive of photographs I made during a thru-hike on the Colorado Trail, a 487.5 mile footpath that begins just south of Denver and moves through the Rockies into Durango. In the middle of the miles and miles of mountain ranges, National Forests, and wilderness areas, I connected with a sorrow I didn’t expect. Maybe it was from the lack of people there, the Indigenous and Spanish names on the maps, the National Forest signs, or the abandoned coal mines. During this hike I walked many slow miles through land that was sacred long before it needed protection. This work is about standing on ranges that are painfully beautiful and acknowledging the pain therein.
This trip made me think deeply about my own relationship to land. In June of this year, I will be travelling home to Ecuador to continue to make work about mountains and their complicated histories. I am editioning the images from The Mountain Was Always There to help fund this trip. Each 11x17 print will have an edition of 10, and will be sold at $100 each.