Vague sortof concept for a specific kind of travel writing. Terse, in the prose style I've played with in the pieces I've published the last couple years. Working together with photos. Not the usual journalism where the important thing is to catalog the restaurants and the prices of rooms, something different, more subjective. Trying to capture the soul of the place. Within an ongoing search for something bigger.
Used to believe the something was actually someone, but now I suspect it really is a place. What does it feel like to be "home"? The search for that.
I suppose this is very romantic, but it has a powerful draw for me.