Going Home

I’m headed home. Took a night in a hotel at the Salt Lake City Airport to try and decompress. It takes a certain, specific, effort of mind to spend nights alone at the edge of the bombing range. I tell myself I’m recovering from vastness.
But I was rewarded by these photographs by Erik Ostling of Ballet West on the airport walls.

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