Today was one of those days. You know, the ones where you question what the hell you’re doing on this planet.
The fact that I can’t just grab my passport and head to the nearest plane station left me feeling like my legs are filled with lead. Patience is not something I suffer from, let’s just be clear about that upfront.
The Midwest is in the middle of a wee winter snap so this morning’s windchill of -4F (-20C) felt like a punch in the face with an iceberg. It’s hard to find a happy place mentally when your skin feels like it’s on fire; which is ironic given there’s no heat in a 6 state radius of this tundra.
Times like these the only place to hide is in my photos. They take me somewhere else; to a place I crave like air. It’s hard to explain that feeling. Some people are fortunate and they are born where they belong and never know the emptiness of feeling adrift in foreign places with no place to anchor.
I keep telling myself ‘soon.’ Soon I’ll be in my mountains near my lakes in the one place life makes sense. I still have my Falcon’s Eye against my heart every day with the other half in the waters of Loch Ness. I like to think the stones are connected and I’m tied to the one below the water; my invisible link to home no matter how far away I may be right now.
