Sunday, March 22, 2015

Good Morning Jacob

Letter to my Son
Sunday, 22 March

Good Morning Jacob…

I’m due back here once again.  The last visit had only the sound of a raven passing overhead.

The winds had flags flapping furious that afternoon.  I snooped all about the abandoned fuel stop. 

Desert sun reveals our every action as though caught by a strobe flashing away the dark.  OK, not really.

A gas station a hundred miles from anywhere rejoices in simple expressions of humanity.

Freed from the confines of home we let our eyes wander and our minds wonder.

One day let me see pictures from your thoughts.  Would you say good pictures always pose for us a question?


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