About a year ago I began a project photographing the Rio Grande, the not-so-grand-or-wild river that runs near my house south of Albuquerque. It’s polluted, it’s smelly, and it’s over-utilized, in political lingo (i.e. there’s often not a lot of water in it). The river’s traditional Spanish name, Rio Bravo (Wild or Brave River) is what it still goes by in Mexico, though much of its recent history is a list of attempts to tame, control and “utilize” it.
Spanish soldiers and priests followed the Rio Bravo from the modern Mexican border north to Santa Fe back in the 1500′s, much to the long-term chagrin of several native communities.
I plan to photograph the cultural, political and climactic forces that continue to mold the river to the needs and wants of the people all along the river’s length. The project likely will take a few years to properly complete.