Yesterday, I woke up at 4:45AM at home in Washington, DC and five hours later, my plane landed in Orlando, Florida. After a fun shoot with the manager of a baseball team, I drove around the outskirts of Orlando for the rest of the day feeling the urge to come back with some record of these hours spent untethered, with no obligation other than to be back at the airport that night to fly back home.I felt out of practice, as so much of my photography now is mission-driven. Sometimes, it's executing the vision of a magazine editor, other times it's trying to get to someplace new with my own work, but regardless of who I'm answering to, there is intent and a strong desire for there to be some product, some end game. Without that personal or professional accountability, I felt adrift, and took photos that didn't seem to mean much of anything, with a lens that rarely succeeds as more than a gimmick. Landing at Reagan National Airport that night, I gathered my luggage and loaded it into the trunk of a taxi, feeling like my brief trip through a humid, hazy Florida day may have exposed something of my need to have a reason for everything rather than just letting my mind relax and my eyes wander. It's February, but I'm going to count this as my New Year's resolution for 2012.