I was traveling from New Mexico to Montana on I25 that cuts through the center of Denver. The traffic can be horrific on this corridor and it was that day. It was hot, noisy and chaotic. And I needed some quiet. As I crossed the northern border of Colorado in to Wyoming the landscape opened up, the traffic thinned to almost no one and a sense of peace came over me. I looked out at the surrounding fields of mainly dry grass with bits of new green grass emerging at the base and the big pale blue sky and I knew I was in the middle of quiet. There was an old abandoned house in the distance which seemed to offer a sanctuary from the hectic city I had just traveled through, and that is where I thought I wanted to be at that moment. This body of work is my effort to capture that sense of quiet.