“It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.” ― P.G. Wodehouse
we’re getting close to the struggle now. where the fields get tilled and everything becomes a black mess till the snow comes. I’m not good at sitting long anymore or moving around long either so I escape into the prairie to combine those two evils into one. drive a while. walk a while. drive a while.
yesterday was rough. the pictures weren’t there and the fog was too light. I drove aimless for a good while before I lucked into a couple photos but we passed that richness and it’s work for now.
it must be time to hit the road for real and see some new for a while.