The World was White

A silent winter day. A long drive together, in the midst of going our separate ways. Trying to figure it all out, before memory crushes us and the snow buries our tracks. The World Was White is a homage to the many, many road trips – short and long – I took across northern California with friends while a teenager. Now, much later, I have come to realize that it is also about growing up one of the few brown kids in white, rural mountain country. — J.L.