Gunner’s series continues, but this time in Europe
It’s 2022 and we’re still trying to convince Gunner not to take photos while driving moving vehicles—but the best-laid plans and so on. The Anywhere But Here series follows the exhaust fumes of somehow-unscathed photographer Gunner Hughes through adventure and misadventure across the country( and sometimes other countries). Usually finding the backwater towns, roadside religions, old-salt locals, cash-only dive bars, and much more character than you might see off the main highway.
The third installment has Gunner sipping something out of a teacup in Europe for a wedding that wasn’t
Over to Gunner
I’ve traveled a good bit in my life. My camera has taken me all over the US, the Caribbean, Mexico, Central America, Canada, Hawaii, and you get the point. But what I’m getting at is I’ve only crossed the Atlantic once. And it wasn’t for photography, it was for a wedding, a wedding for people whom I had never met, (I was a date) and, a wedding that got called off last minute. On the surface, total disaster, all your friends and family have made arrangements to fly to Europe, booked hotels, catering, flowers, venues, etc…But really, for me, it was ideal, always go with your gut. They still had a big party. No rings, no vows. No obligation to stay late past the point in the evening when you realize this party sucks and you’re in a foreign country with much better things to do than celebrate this non-union of “well at least they figured it out now.”
And after my first ever Irish exit in Spain, I took my rental car around the country into Portugal, after a four-hour detour in and out of France, and haven’t been back across the Atlantic since but I assure you the next time I go it will not be via an RSVP.
