Friday, March 13, 2009

Memories in White



This is a stretch of highway between Marquette and Escanaba MI, on a very interesting February morning. In my youth, I had driven this road so often, I could navigate it in my sleep. And actually DID that once, as I recall.

As I was driving through once-familiar landscape, I was fascinated by the unfamiliarity of it. But, even though I was between one place and another, and so obviously alone, and seriously miles from anywhere resembling safe harbor....

I felt at home.