There’s an old adage often quoted by travelers: “it’s about the journey, not the destination”.
There’s truth to the adage, and it informs many of my decisions, even when I’ve reached my destination.
Here, my journey is through time, not space. For the last week, I have been hiding in a basement full of books, sneaking out into the shade-speckled garden, drinking with childhood friends, surrounded by family, and secluded from the world. I have been revisiting childhood memories and spaces, daydreaming about the future in a way that was still possible in those pre-pandemic days, feeling the weight of the past in my hands, breathing in the here and now.
I will be a co-pilot for the next leg of my journey, free to hang out the window with my camera as we head over the hills and back down into the valley on the other side.
