Monthly Archives: February 2018
I am not a good passenger on road trips. I get queasy if I try to read, and am not always in charge of the music selections*, and start to feel guilty if I’ve requested photo stops more often than every three or four minutes. Sometimes, it’s just easier on everyone if I drive.
But it doesn’t always work out for me to be the driver, and that’s when stuff like this** starts to happen…
*Yes. I agree that I should always get to pick the music, with my impeccable taste and all.
** If you’ll feel better for knowing, I’ll tell you it was winter field, and an oncoming ice storm.
The rising moon split the tree
If you stood in just the right place, squinted some, and used quite a bit of imagination, then it really did look like that rising moon had split the tree on its way up. Or maybe it was just my imagination getting the better of me – that happens sometimes.
The Cliffhouse Project