Notes and observations from my retracing of Booth's escape from Washington DC to Garrett's Farm
These images did not begin as photographs so much as they did a series of thoughts hastily scrawled inside my notebook. As I was lead on the journey of Booth's escape - from Washington, DC, to Garrett's Farm, Virginia - I made copious observations as they related to what I saw along our journey in comparison with what I knew of Booth's actual escape. Where was it that he actually died (and how much credence to the actual history should I lend the somewhat-misleading historical plaque)? What was it like to cross the river? How many people actually care about the history surrounding the man who killed a sitting President?
These are questions I don't necessarily have answers to, but this narrative is my attempt at editorializing Booth's escape as I saw it - from the route he traveled to the places he would've seen along his path to our search for his final resting place.