In the last weeks I shot three events, two of them back to back. First time in two years that I have been healthy enough to get out of the door and do this thing I love to do. Maybe things are turning around.

He didn’t mind the camera and when I left he said, “Thank you for inquiring” after his well being. He said, “Not every one does that,” and he appreciated being treated like a person despite his circumstances.

I no longer wonder what happened to my childhood’s lonesome highway, to the bloodied heroes and the feverishly imagined manhood where the bars are still open at a quarter to three and morning is a distant fire streaked across the sky. Where the neon in the darkness offers a drifting promise …

Simply put, whether metaphorical or literal, when it feels like the end of things maybe the best thing to be done is to sit down and wait for what comes next. In every battle, you’re required to find your way from where you are to where you want and need to be. Sometimes that works out. Sometimes not.

Not so fast, Michael. It is going to take a long while to work through what is in front of me. It is possible and indeed likely that I will one day in the distant future go out for a double-digit run and not wind up in an ER somewhere. I am looking forward to that.

Back when trail running was some thing I could do, I would sometimes go back to the trail with my camera to see what I may have not seen. I’m thinking’ I maybe ought to do that again, at least until the running returns.

Empty boat waiting