This October took me to Canada, Utah and New York. I photographed, talked photography, dreamed photography; I all but ate photography. Airports, regardless of location, have become familiar and at times comforting. Its strange how relaxing it can be to move around in a constant state of anonymity. The other thing I've come to realize is that when I enter a hotel room I unpack, set up work areas and lay out toiletries in the exact same fashion every time. Settling, nesting, temporary home making...who knows. Perhaps all this says about me is that its time to go home. just four more days.