Alaska V
I get existential and then take beautiful beach photos at Cook’s Inlet.
My mind meanders with the road. Kurt likes to listen to “stuff” while we are on the road. I like to listen to my thoughts. It takes one misplaced pop-country song on his playlist and I end it- back to the hum of the tires and my internal dialogue.
I’m usually studying the landscape, composing my imagined photographs. If not that, then I’m typing notes and observations into my phone.
The indulgence of this trip weighs on me. We are so far from home. There was no utility to it (like getting away from our harsh winter) other than wanting to go.
I am reminded of the lesson of my twenties. I watched my father with his cancer. The lesson I earned was that this life is so fucking precious and it’s ours to live, once.
Each time my guilt creeps in, I remember tomorrow isn’t promised. These someday’s we tell ourselves may never come. Someday I’ll see the country, the world, that amazing place. Someday I’ll make my art. Not all of us get that someday. I feel it on my shoulders the somedays my father, grandmother, uncles and others didn’t see▪️
