home, or there and back again.

i was a little hesitant to leave new york city at first, but one morning i woke up and bought a one-way ticket out of jfk. i took a single pack of the basics and three things i can’t seem to do without: the kindle, my notebook and my camera (“fuji-san”). i spent the next two months moving around with no agenda, no itinerary and with a series of one-way tickets in my pockets. the idea was to always keep moving, to get more stamps in the passport, to stumble into new places: new york to zurich to lucerne to geneva to yvoire to lyon to marseille to aix-en-provence to menerbes to gordes to nice to saint tropez to saint-paul-de-vence to grasse to antibes to monaco to barcelona to madrid to seville to cordoba to cadiz to tarifa to gibraltar to tangier to lisbon to cascais to sintra to köln to athens to sounion to vouliagmeni to istanbul to beirut to amman to petra to tel aviv to jerusalem to mumbai to delhi to jaipur to agra to paris and back again. along the way, i met some of my old friends and, every so often, made new ones, but mostly i was alone with my thoughts and my camera. and i took a lot of photographs, sometimes 300 a day when things got really interesting. i’m trying to learn to become a better photographer and this journey provided the perfect backdrops in which to do that.

60 days on the road. 60 nights being away from home. it’s nice to be back in new york. it hasn’t changed one bit, except to swap summer with the cool taste of autumn.