The road blurs, the broken yellow line becomes a serpent teasing your ability to stay on your side, while the person in front of you drives twenty below the speed the limit, because of a little rain. Ok, it poured, my wipers begged for relief. And I took the easy way, no canyon for me, no eighty miles of turns, (that have made their way into a couple of stories) no driving down the center of the state, no sir, (I chose the Sierra Nevada mountains) it's a semi straight road, nothing around for miles, and yet there was a 55 mph speed limit! To quote a great line, "I can't drive 55." But cruise control can, so it did, I took a nap.
There are pictures to come, I was sorely disappointed when the smoke and ash from the fire covered my truck, me, my camera, the entire sky. But the evening sun turned red, between the smoke, the cloud build up, and fire beneath. As violent and devastating as it is, there was more than one night we stood in the ash and watched the sky reflect the chaos happening beneath it. Of course, I had my camera and notebook, and that's when a story found its voice, and demanded an audience. Never get tired of that feeling.
Now it's time to get back to business.
Enjoy your week, it's Wednesday, the day before Thursday, that's really close to Friday!!
iPod~ Steve Earl ~ Guitar Town
This is exactly how I feel about the instruments, whatever they may be, around me.
|“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.”|