no idea

I’ve never been big on losing myself on the road. I drove around a fair bit with my old band when I was in my twenties. It was fun, and it had a purpose: shows; beer; recording. I wish I’d had a camera back then. When you’re younger you have no idea what you’re witnessing. But does that change as you get older?

These days the furthest I’ll drive is a few hours on the other side of Toronto to visit my in-laws. There’s no glamour init, as far as I’m aware. Your family isn’t glamourous (usually), they just love you (usually) and you have to live with it.

That aside, in the last year or two I’ve been on the road here and there, headed places I don’t normally go. I would call this project a chronicle of those travels, but in most of these photos there’s an aspect of me walking, driving or flying somewhere and getting lost for a few minutes, on purpose or by accident.

I like those minutes when I’m alone. I crave them. But in the leaving and the having of those minutes there is also the coming home.

Come home. Come back. Come around again.