“[Mariposa] exists only as a version of a town that we in the cities think we remember. Mariposa is not a place; it is a state of mind. It is the dream of innocence that we attach to some place other than here and now.” - Eli Mandel writing about Mariposa the central town in Stephen Leacock’s Sunshine Sketches.
I grew up in a small town many thousands of miles away from where I currently reside. While I no longer live in a small town, my cultural roots and memory are embedded in that sense of place. The dreaming of something better someplace else, the mischief of creating a counterpoint to 'nothing ever happens here', the confines of everyone knowing everyone, and being inescapably bound together by a defined edge of town. While these photographs, made on visits and drive-bys, are accurate, none can tell the whole truth. They're true but slanted.