As workplaces closed in response to coronavirus, I began photographing office parks. Designed as vessels only, they order the flow of desk labor as workers join and live within and depart from corporate work. I like these blank spaces; the same sweetness fills the abandoned cubicles and wilting desk plants that fills anywhere so many hours and years of life are lived.

At the edges of these office parks, spindly, tangled plants expand into the marginal spaces cleared during the parks’ development. I think of the rationalizing order of the office and the cacophonous order of nature, the fictions of stability and control as American middle-class life is lived and the precarious balances which underlie it.

March — May 2020