Alec Soth

In March of 1992, I made a road trip down the Mississippi River with my future wife Rachel and our dog Tasha. We traveled from our home in Minneapolis to Memphis. Each night we'd hunt for a discreet place to park so that we could sleep in our van. We'd unload all of our bags and make a small bedroom. A decade later I would travel the Mississippi again for my first book, Sleeping by the Mississippi. This picture is like looking at the seed from which all of that work sprang.