T
he reckoning. I guess that it’s stuck in my head now. I’ve been having dreams about people from my past. Of course, we look like we did 20, 30, 40, 50 years ago.
Mostly the dreams have been pleasant as we zing around through time and space. Interestingly, we aren’t stuck in the past. I’ve seen people from Long Beach in New Orleans or somewhere in the south.
Luckily, there is no sadness so far. Eventually, a ghost will catch me and reveal something horrible that happened many years ago. Or, maybe not. Maybe my brain will paint it in something good.
T
his picture was made in New Mexico, on Interstate 25 somewhere just north of Albuquerque. I just placed my camera on the dashboard and let it do its thing. Those crescents are taillights as I rocked one way and the cars rocked another.
New Mexico hasn’t been in my dreams.
Yet.
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