Kinney Road is a sacred place for me, my own Stonehenge, my own mystical setting, a place to measure the drama and the passing of life. I first came to Kinney Road as one man, and I return as another. I did not think I would survive the pain I felt on Kinney Road those very few years ago, but I did survive. I sought what I was looking for on Kinney Road, and worked hard for it and found it. I took my first photograph on Kinney Road, called  my sister a million times from Kinney Road, was nearly run over on Kinney Road, threatened with a rifle on Kinney Road, fell in love on Kinney Road. Everything there has meaning for me, even the emotion of this farm truck pointed into the sunset, waiting for the next day, the next opportunity to find a soul and keep it shining.