I like the future to feel like a misty day. If it’s too clear, there’s no mystery; if it’s too thick with fog, it’s easy to feel lost. But just the right amount of clingy clouds and patchy sun? Hello serendipity. I’m back home in the San Juan Islands after a long drive from Alaska. I didn’t expect to be back so soon, and certainly didn’t expect to make the 2,500 mile trip as a late season cannonball run, but you don’t always get to choose the weather. Literally or metaphorically.
Closed eyes currently reveal dashed yellow lines and blurred boreal pines, so while I catch up on a backlog of edits, this is one of my favorites from the Alaska highway a few years back.