Brian Merriam is an artist and musician, currently devoting the majority of his time to film photography. Originally from upstate New York, he has resided in Brooklyn for the last 8 years. Join Brian and his girlfriend on a trip west across the loneliest road in America.
“You can call me the breeze, I keep blowin’ down the road,” Ronnie Van Zandt drawled out of the speakers.
It was a fine Nevada afternoon on “the Loneliest Road in America.” That’s what Route 50 is called in that part of the country, or so I was told. Seemed accurate enough, but I was personally in great company. My girlfriend and I were a couple days into a 2 week road trip, and hadn’t encountered another vehicle in quite a stretch. Alone together.
The trip was more or less an attempt by us to get lost in America and find something strange along the way. We’d do a great job of both in the coming days.
The sunny miles passed and the hillsides changed colors. By evening we’d be in California. “Call us the breeze,” I thought to myself, and we blew on down the road.