Things have gotten, well, drifty. After all the passings of the past few weeks I finally broke. I caught the good old fashioned flu. The kind the punches you in the face before you knew that you had a face. Luckily, it’s just that. The flu, not CoVid.
These days, any working band carries cases of CoVid tests when we travel. So, I know.
Flu is bad enough as you get older. But, for most part it’s still better than CoVid. I think.
Somewhere in my fluish fever dreams this picture came to me. It’s about driving all night and seeing the dawn through grit filled eyes. I had to create this picture from almost full cloth because it only existed in my head. I found something close. Close wasn’t it.
I’m not sure this is it.
I’m not sure it isn’t.
That may not be a bad thing. It’s the process. It’s what I do.