“For me, childhood roaming was what developed self-reliance, a sense of direction and adventure, imagination, a will to explore, to be able to get a little lost and then figure out the way back.” ― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

Some of the earliest memories I have are of riding in the backseat of my mom’s car. Short as I was, my legs stuck straight out – feet kicking the back of my mom’s seat, street lights twinkled through rain drop covered windows, the drops slipped past as the car moved forward. I seem to have always been on the go, traveling around and meeting people along the way. When I was growing up I made a “nature trail” for myself. It was stamped down through the woods and reeds along the side of a lake near my parents cottage in Northern Wisconsin. I spent a lot of time roaming through the trees and rowing around the lakes up there, getting lost and discovering new things. As an adult, I regretfully have not yet left the country, not even to Canada. However, I have driven through and spent time in 25 of the 50 states, including both peninsulas of Michigan.

Traveling is generally a joy for me and the destinations stay semi-fluid, unless I am returning home. When I’m driving, I’m the guy you pass driving 55 in a 65. lately, I have been feeling the itch to get going. Just to go do something to witness and photograph something. I think this may be when I am most motivated.

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“Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.”
― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost

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