I struggle with the tension between my love of isolated, uncommon places and the stimulation of city life which inspires me.
Walking alone on a path with no people, few animals, trees without leaves, without anything to excite me except a view of what was already there, after a while my thoughts slow down and drift off. And then I wonder what the fucking big deal was anyway.
But then on the drive home I'm excited to remember the last movie I badly wanted to see, a noisy overcrowded restaurant with friends, and all the impossible problems of work. Ideas that seem real enough, until I return once again to this place, and it all drifts off.
Trespassing on somebody's farm near Button Bay State Park, Vergennes, Vermont.