One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things
My life existed solely in snapshots lately. Around the world in 62 days; boarded 13 flights and drove 39 hours, moved in and about approximately 24 cities in across 3 continents. In between the packing and unpacking, traversing from one airport to the next, crossing states in a day, a sore back resulting from hours of sitting during long haul road trips, and all that fast food we had to stuff our faces with to bypass hunger pains — the only thing I could hang on to for some sense of coherence and order amidst the whirlwind of events was my camera.
