I took this in the morning at Munich. This was my first site of Europe, the first time I had been over the Atlantic.
My body had no idea what time it was. I had landed in another world, and the dreamscape was highlighted by the slowly lifting fog.
I’ve been to the Mohave a few times in my life, and I am beginning to believe that all desert roads look the same.
Still, driving through the high desert, classic rock on the radio, wind blowing like a hair dryer in the windows gives a interesting perspective on things.
I was an East Coast boy, so the ability to see for miles always gets to me. So vast, so open, so free. All desert roads look like that.
This past week we went back to the ocean where I had spent many of my younger days. At first it was almost sad seeing the rides I was too big to be on, and the boardwalk that was not as magical as I remember. And then, we road the merry-go-round, and it all seemed right again.