Yesterday afternoon I turned right at the bottom of our driveway and headed down the unmaintained section of “our” road.
As I walked, I noticed small patches of color on the road. I began to photograph them.
As I made photographs, I began to think…
Journeys can be measured by distance or by time.
While I walked roughly two miles on my afternoon journey, the small patches of color on the road reminded me that autumn is almost upon us, yet again, and that the annual cycle by which we measure our lives marches on relentlessly.
This neither good nor bad… it just is.
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* Literally and with a modicum of apologies to Messrs. Kerouac and… Nelson.