San Diego, CA
Six months ago, I came home. The year was up and it was time. This road trip however, I made with my hilarious mother who was in fact, adorably looking for an adventure of her own. It was quite precious to watch. She lived up to her potential by paying for all the hotels and saying, thirty miles into the trip, when I asked what the heck the slow driver in front of me was doing - Probably smoking crack. I don’t know where she gets this stuff.
We stopped in St. Louis, Oklahoma City, Albuquerque and the Grand Canyon. I read Bird by Bird, wore the same green jacket, experienced three cities and one world wonder I had not previously been to. Here’s a few film photos from the trip as well as some from Chicago before I left.
Like most things that are hard in life - I turned going home into and art.