i didn't manage to leave florida until close to 6 pm on the day after christmas, despite my best efforts. that meant an 11-hour drive to my first stop in houma, louisiana. i arrived at just about 4:30 am thanks to the time difference, and promptly fell asleep on the couch at the home of the wonderful
misty mcelroy. the next morning, i jumped in the car with misty and far too much luggage of my own, and we were off to california. a solo road trip is fun, but having company is always better.
the first stop was houston, tx. second visit, round-trip. this time we spent the evening visiting with fellow photographer
todd spoth and his crazy friends. an evening of fireworks, jam sessions of songs i've loved since high school, and burnt hair. houston is on my texas must-stop list forever.
after houston was a 12-hour drive into the wee hours of the morning, arriving in tuscon, arizona, at close to 5 am.
james gregg was kind enough to pull himself out of bed at the crack of dawn to greet us and provide us with a couch-fort to sleep the morning away on. after a quick (and late) breakfast and an even quicker goofy portrait session, we hit the road again. next stop: california. home.
the last stretch of drive seemed like the longest. almost 6 weeks away from california didn't seem like a long time, but driving back through my hometown of los angeles, it felt like i'd been away for years. for all my anxiousness to leave california, i have to say that it was nice to come back to a familiar place. i guess no matter how long you leave, home is always going to be home. and in some ways, it's good to be back... at least for now.
i didn't manage to leave florida until close to 6 pm on the day after christmas, despite my best efforts. that meant an 11-hour drive to my first stop in houma, louisiana. i arrived at just about 4:30 am thanks to the time difference, and promptly fell asleep on the couch at the home of the wonderful misty mcelroy. the next morning, i jumped in the car with misty and far too much luggage of my own, and we were off to california. a solo road trip is fun, but having company is always better.
the first stop was houston, tx. second visit, round-trip. this time we spent the evening visiting with fellow photographer todd spoth and his crazy friends. an evening of fireworks, jam sessions of songs i've loved since high school, and burnt hair. houston is on my texas must-stop list forever.
after houston was a 12-hour drive into the wee hours of the morning, arriving in tuscon, arizona, at close to 5 am. james gregg was kind enough to pull himself out of bed at the crack of dawn to greet us and provide us with a couch-fort to sleep the morning away on. after a quick (and late) breakfast and an even quicker goofy portrait session, we hit the road again. next stop: california. home.
the last stretch of drive seemed like the longest. almost 6 weeks away from california didn't seem like a long time, but driving back through my hometown of los angeles, it felt like i'd been away for years. for all my anxiousness to leave california, i have to say that it was nice to come back to a familiar place. i guess no matter how long you leave, home is always going to be home. and in some ways, it's good to be back... at least for now.
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