The Destination Is The Journey.


Not so long ago, I found myself walking up Charing Cross Rd on the way to a meeting. I passed Zwemmers book shop and glanced at the window – as I always do – and there, nestled among a host of famous names, I noticed a new photographic tome whose title stopped me dead in my tracks. The familiarity of its simple message leapt off the page with the glowing luminosity of a huge neon sign, the type you see outside that remote Holiday Inn as you drive across the Nevada desert in the dead of night :
The Destination Is The Journey.


Was this beckoning beacon written by someone who knew! or by some curious twist of fate, had they actually thought the name up? or had it been placed there in that shop window by the inhabitants of a passing UFO. Strange as it may seem, I had never seen something I