Tracing Trails
One-lane paved roads unfurl across open meadows and over the light horizon of the rounded hill’s arc, up and up – until – down and down. Bursting out of deep dark of forest into the brilliant cacophony of light. Unpaved side-roads beckon. The trails divide and join, crisscrossing the gentle, rounded core of the continent. We feel the gradual change of nature, the evolving change of weather and the instantaneous change in the the perpetual dance of sunlight in the skies and across the land.
The work of the climb, the joy of the rolling – the rolling wheels guided by the rolling hills.
This gallery captures the joy of seeing the road stretching ahead, the quick progression, the raw gratitude for sights seen, sights ahead around the next turning of the trail: meadow, forest, creek, village, wild-flowered glen.
How is it that these elegant, endless variations on the theme never make an aesthetic mistake?
And on…