Departure
Last summer I sold my little cabin on the lake.
What a dream it was! A soul searcher’s dream! Here I’d attempt to see how deep the well might reach into the rocky self.
In college I studied philosophy, by the book, but the cabin was a more hands-on experience. I played guitar many nights, writing verses to songs I wouldn’t finish. I hiked here and there. I drew and I dreamt. I fixed and updated much of the inside, bringing a Pinterest board to life. I read Sigurd Olson, and I started taking photos again. All on the edge of the wilderness.
