10,134 Miles….

New Haven Harbor Connecticut – 2020

Some journeys begin and end in the same spot. For me this time, I started here at this view across the harbor. It’s not far from where I grew up.

Salt smell and gentle rolling of the waves into shore. Winter dried mugwart gets pushed about by the wind.

10,000 plus miles is a number. The miles driven over every kind of landscape. Sea to shining sea…. purple mountains… As numbers go, it lacks the richness of each place I stayed and the people. 10,000 is some how an abstraction to the smells and sights, textures, beauty, stars and wide open places. 10,000 is small….. it counts a quantity and leaves the rest for adjectives, memories and storytelling.

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