Further afield.

And now, now.  Now I have passed through my home fields, borne here by one of my excellent friends while the other waits with the excellent dog for delivery of a passport and a visa gone wrong.  All heavy things (besides my cameras) have gone out of my hands, and only lunch and flying await.

(A Philadelphian postscript to tide you over until I'm back at the keys and the shutter: last night, a friend read to me the best obituary I've ever heard.)