There were shadows and light in the valley this morning. For a moment, the last four years became yesterday’s box score, my mind was free and easy – “lemme get lost in the rock and roll, and drift away”
I found the fish camp, turned around and found the smoke risin’ in the mist. “Lookin’ for the home I’ve never found” as an old song puts it. For the rest of the journey that image stuck with me as it does to this day.
Once I was sports photographer. I loved it, save for the commercial pressure to deliver images of value. Some good images would become failures if they never became cover images for the magazine of choice that day.
I took these the other day, constrained as I am by the “virus’ to stick close to home and out of other peoples’ faces in the street photography that seems to be my next photographer development stage.
Marathon morning, #3
Bob Marley in my head, fear,
And joy in my heart.
“I rode an old paint”
Cold mountain, met Han-Shan.
Dark and rainy come
healer seeks his doctorate,
“Way leads on to way,”
Robert Frost said that about two
roads, taken and not.
One shot at a time.