We walked through the sliding glass doors of the Cochin Airport twenty-six hours after leaving a nearly snow bound JFK airport. It was early morning in India, and the warm, still air smelling of smoke and diesel felt comforting and humanizing after a day inside a plane. Just outside the doors, a crowd leaned on a metal gate, scanning each exiting traveler, waiting for the flash of recognition. This is the picture I had envisioned on the plane, back lit from the hazy rising sun and the feeling of stepping into a different place entirely from where we came. After scanning through my film and digital images from the trip, I think the B&W work best captures my second trip to a place that is exhilarating, exhausting and a part of my family's heritage.