Clean Air on the Appalachian Trail

Solitude. My lonely companion.

Where have you hidden yourself? Lately the noise of life has crowded you out, sent you scurrying to the dark recesses. Thankfully, we met again on the Appalachian Trail. My father-in-law and I atop McAfee Knob, Virginia. Nothing clears my head quicker than hiking.

I hope you've had the experience of brilliant unexpected views.

What was I thinking as buzzards flew beneath me?

So, why am I finally here?

A valid question, especially for one who simultaneously reveals and veils what he is attempting to reveal.

Given that info, coupled with the ever prevailing question of who cares what I think or create, this is a moment for me, the artist. Yes, I will attempt to unlock my motel of the mysteries. And I am consciously choosing not to separate my creative ventures. I know for a few this might be unsettling, but this will honestly be my creative reality.

Let's see if I can kick in a few doors.