It’s interesting to see how its played out. The desire to seek something sheltered and away from what we see.  We call out to it hoping for its arrival, be it the desire, the drive from this place, looks stronger in the past wrapped in the colors of memory, than during the push.  Now, for me, another year out, feeling frustration, and wanting, but knowing that the memory will burn brighter.

I appreciate the support, I know it’s what I would give from that side.

I see names of towns that will have more meaning later, now they appear as places to place myself, to leave parts of me on shelves for those who live to collect.  That view, as I knew when I set out, is elevated, placed by time and pattern, run into groves deeper than the prints in the sand that I place.