Martin Stranka‘s cinematic photographs feel like a series of outtakes from some of my favorite movies, where the main character stumbles through the sun bleached vistas of the American west, encountering strangers, but actually encountering himself.  The work is a road trip though loss and decay, though front yards and back yards, down the coast and across the desert sands.

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