He is dressed in white, has a deep voice and is the outspoken voice of putting our waste in thin plastic envelopes, usually green but sometimes white.
The bag is what is shared with another character that makes rounds about this time of year.
But enough of that, time for Milk and Other Good Things.
On the road, to the road, in the road.
Through the road, if such can be found; it is found.
On the way to where we should be.
In that place that is between where we are,
And where we are going.
Some call it Pennsylvania.
Or Erewhon.
C’est bien cela la mouvance.
Et.
On t’aime Gérald.
Image captured while waiting to photograph a kayak tour to Gadd’s Cove; waiting is a good thing for photography, it seems to be then that the unconscious decides to play.
L’attente et l’espoir sont cousines. Comme tous ces liens de familles, la relation n’est pas toujours harmonieuse ni rempli de frictions. On attend… là… ici, n’importe. Quand on attend, il n’y a rien d’autre à faire sauf regarder, sentir et écouter. Ce sont ces temps où le paysage va raconter ses secrets, où le corps entre l’espace par une fente qui est réellement une porte ornée par le va et vient du quotidien.
