I am up at 35,000 feet in the air flying to the land down under. Everything is a bit topsy turvy and I am a bit discombobulated. While road tripping the deep south of the United States I came across a guy in his machine tossing wood chips up in the air. It was a spectacular moment to capture.
It is all up in the air. That is how I feel these days. What will come of the little pieces when they finish raining down on to the field? Just lie there? Be picked up? Be sorted into a grand new puzzle? Life is adventure. Ride it all the way forward.