Keeping fresh.

Once I was in the Enterprise I had a wicked case of the travelling bones, didn’t stop to photograph anything, everything was new and confusing. There was a pervasive sense of running as well, a mild desperation that the funk I’ve been caught in for a few years might be left behind if I drive until I’m numb. Installing myself in Shediac NB gave me a chance to throw off the road and let my brain settle down, let the emotional cacophony find some structure on it’s own, it just can’t be forced. Perhaps this image is a metaphor for the task I forsee, this process of shedding darkness to find some light in the future. Am I the segull standing before a vessel full of my past, the entrance protected by a cover I don’t trust? And what of the storm, and the image degredation, what can this vision see anyway?