Thursday January 23rd marked five years since I arrived in America. Over this time I have been fortunate enough to visit 29 of it's States and been able to make photographs in most of them and it is this journey which I have sporadically documented here at this blog. America has come as one of the great inspirations of my life, both personally and artistically. With a profound feeling of both strangeness and familiarity it has often crossed my mind, that, in whichever previous incarnation I might have had, traveling to America is a journey which I have somehow always ended up making. It echo's right through me too, out of viscera and into dreams, with images of a flickering succession of sea vessels, down through the wormhole of history and back to it's discovery. So today - now - with a shuddering sense of deja vu, I hear myself whisper; "I have always been here before".