The road trip. The undeniably American motel. A place offering comfort during insecurity of travel; a place away from home. I have become intrigued by them - photographically with the low light, textures, heavy curtains and carpets. Browns and tans and reds. Emotionally too- and maybe philosophically. I am moved. My children in these motels echo of traveling families from decades ago; bringing the past to meet the present, and in a mysterious way bringing forth the beauty and the ache of impermanence.