Just four miles from my house the Ohio River passes by on its way from Pittsburgh to Cairo and a rendezvous with Twain's mighty Mississippi. I've photographed up & down the river for years - telling stories of wine makers, gardeners, ferrymen, fishermen & shop keepers. But, lately I've been thinking about river towns - the kind that appear around the bend in the road and are gone just as quickly. They occupy a space in my mind that is always summer - hot & humid July afternoons with the banjo of John Hartford off in the distance. To capture that feeling, I've decided to work a little different - slower and more deliberate. One camera, one lens and now, one image of Patriot, Indiana.