amomentadrift

  ”Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads.
Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
There’s no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains.
Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces.
The land was free and the price was right.” - Gold Rush Brides, 10,000 Maniacs

A friend asked me what my last picture would be in the United States. I thought it was an interesting question - if not a little photo challenge. I had a few ideas… but there seems to be only so much you can do when trying to take a picture of yourself - by yourself. So, with the simple picture above… I start my journey - placing one foot in front of the other.

There’s less than 24 hours before I leave. I’m nervous. I’m excited. My pack feels heavy. My head feels light. The bow of the boat rocks up and down against the dock… and all that’s left to do is to cut the rope holding it fast. All that’s left to do is to relase my grip on the familiar shoreline…

and be set adrift.

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