Those long days on the Road end with the day’s final photograph. It’s almost as if I wait the entire day only to experience the close of it. My eyes are accustomed to the stress of looking. Searching for moments which become a photograph grows out of that fear of missing out on experience; the way you feel when you’ve missed your train. It’s gone and there’s no way to catch it. You’ll get the next one, but the journey for each is unique, and you will never reclaim that particular one. These images were all created at the end of a long day.