Road Trip Dreamin’ – LIFE AS A HUMAN

Started daydreamin’ when I should have been working. Thinking about races upcoming and the incredible places we get to run through. Even me, old and slow though I have become, I am still running with a camera from place to place. And waiting on the runners to pass by. I sometimes think, especially of late, that the big adventures are over for me, that a graceful slide in doin’ very little is what’s called for. And then it occurs to me that I am thinking like an old guy, someone who has given up on his dreams. And that ain’t me, Partner; just not goin’ down that road. No fuckin’ way.

I started playing with some images I took in Central Oregon a while ago. Looking at them again It occurred to me that I am not a tourist anymore, that I have become a traveler on a road with no name, a local two lane blacktop kind of deal someplace I have never been but I am damn sure gonna get there. I can feel it “singin’ in my wires, tugging somewhere deep inside, callin’ me home to the high speed drift of just letting it roll.