It hasn’t rained for awhile. Been mostly hot to moderately hot, clear skies, easy breeze, not much goin’ on. I have felt the need to play with light and shadow, get reacquainted with the nature of things in black and white.

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.

Agein’ ain’t for the faint of heart. And it pays to remember that I am not alone as I move into the day, that people care about what I do, about how I am; that John Wayne movies were made up and never true.

Written over many years, this piece came back to me this morning. I thought that I wanted to run but it turned out that I needed to write.

Barbed wire and uncut grass under a lowering sky doesn’t a field of dreams make.

I thought about it while running this morning because a flight of F-16s flew over head, their approach heard before they were seen. Even in the peaceful morning rain, the terror that is implied in war planes overhead was palpable. I came back and looked at this and said what the hell, maybe time to put it out there.