If I could be a professional voyeur/photographer I would. I have had all these ideas for photo essays going through my head. The most intriguing was sparked today as I watched a young man hop off his bike and knock on the door of a motel room. After making sure that no one was watching him he slipped in and closed the door. I can envision a book with hundreds of pictures that chronicle clientele. It would tell such an interesting story. One of love, sorrow and adventure. After all there is more than just one obvious reason to get a motel room.



I last stayed in Tobermory after driving 3 hours to rescue my brother and sister who were trying desperately to make it to a wedding on Mantoulin Island. When I got there I had no way of contacting them, so I sat in the parking lot calling their names until they revealed themselves.



Where and why did you stay in your last motel room?