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House hunting. I drive, I drive a lot.

People ask me how I find my pictures. I tell them I drive around. I drive and drive and I mostly don't findanything that is interesting to me. But then, something calls out. Something that looks sort of off or maybe an empty space. Sometimes it's a sad scene. I like that kind of stuff. So I take the photos and some are good. And so I keep driving and looking and taking pictures.

"Just looking". Story by A.M. Homes

This is the place where something happened.

Things went wrong.

There are marks, traces, pieces left behind-evidence.

He drives at night looking for comfort, reading street signs - One Way,Yield, Stop, as though they might tell him something - what to do next. 

He prowls looking.

He drives at night looking for the light that signals somebody's home.

He looks for the shade pulled down - he doesn't want to see too much.

There is pleasure in not knowing.

He drives at night looking for a vacancy, an empty castle, four walls and a roof, a place to hole up, to lie down, to lay low.

House hunting.