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.
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Desert Road
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.
merry. go-round
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.