Modern suburban mid-range hotels are strange. We all know who stays there: families on road trips and business travelers. People who want to be anywhere else, like home.
These hotels are waypoints, not destinations.
And yet, they couch themselves in an aura of fake "luxury," by calling their rooms "suites" and dolling up the reception areas with a thin veneer of modernity and aspirational luxe.
But the rooms themselves offer no illusion.
Father. Husband. Son. Cyclist. Unrepentant realist. Photographer.