America is a nation founded by immigrants and built on a cultural mythology of "the journey". Our music, literature and movies - our stories - are frequently about being on the move; looking for a new start; leaving the past behind forever. The modern journey is the interstate journey that, by its nature, places us in a world apart. And this world, while in a state of constant motion, somehow feels suspended in space and time. Modernity, with its hopelessly complex systems, ubiquitous marketing campaigns and instantaneous communication, has agitated our restlessness to almost unbearable levels and stolen from us the time we used to spend in stillness. We yearn to recover that time and many find it driving on the highway. As a place for contemplation, the car gives an illusion of privacy. Drivers and passengers, unguarded and lost in their thoughts, offer a glimpse into their lives. Equal to the desire for introspection is a yearning to connect with one another and we find ourselves peeking at other drivers. More times than not, the other person looks back and there’s a feeling of embarrassment, that we were caught revealing our curiosity about others, and we instantly look away. What is this urge to glance at each other, to connect, if even for a brief second? In 2014, I embarked on this portrait series to explore this simultaneous need for both isolation and connection. With a camera, tripod and remote, I’ve traveled thousands of miles and taken as many images. The intimate view into others’ journeys continues to intrigue and fascinate myself and viewers.