Sitting in my window seat for years of mornings, gazing and wondering at the next ridge over, I found myself with psychogeographic urges before I knew what psychogeography was.

I wanted to experience the land as those who first inhabited this place did – without the map overlay of streets and highway, property lines, electric and sewer and water infrastructure.  I wanted to walk from my ridge to the next ridge over, ignoring the legal and social parameters that govern the way we move through our places.

A pilgrimage of sorts, not religious in nature, though it was the church spire standing out and above the trees that visually drew me. But a pilgrimage from the known, through the unknown, on an unknown unmade path, from my place to another place, in resistance of the usual, human made way.

With Chris Luessen, Cincinnati artist, photographer, and fellow psychogeographer.