On a blustery November day at the bus stop, I fell in love with The Walking Man. This journal explores the space of the street as the traveler passes through: the anonymity, the search for navigational clues, and the roar and the quiet beneath the sound of traffic. It looks at the graphic language of command and how it layers over the other less obvious language embedded in surface. In a broader sense it considers “wayfinding” as the language of journey itself. Photography, transfer print, paint and collage. These are created with my original photography, photo collage and image transfer on Moleskine.