Through Forests Dark and Golden-Lit...

Two things occurred to me this afternoon, as I wandered my way down hidden roads and forest paths.  The first, is that I have a strange pull to the north and west.  No matter what direction I begin my journey facing, I invariably turn until I am moving northwest.  It's an oddity.

The other is this...  for as long as I can remember, I've searched for something.  I've looked in boxes, closets, random shops on the sides of the road, always looking, always searching, for what I have never had an idea.  It occurs to me, that very often the need to get in the car and go, is very much akin to the old...obsession.  I need to get out on the open roads, and go until I find whatever it is I'm looking for.

Some days, I find some random pretty flower, decrepit old building, forgotten forest path, and I am satisfied.  It may take hours of driving, but suddenly I see this thing; I touch it, smell it, sit and look at it for several minutes, and then, as quickly as the need hit, it's gone, and I am free to go home.  Some days I drive for hours, frustrated, hot, tired, and there is nothing, except the need to seek that unknown thing pushing me onward.

I've never really known why I do this.  I don't know if it's a sign I'm not quite all there, or if that is what makes me an artist (and why my mediums are, well, diverse).  I may never know.

What I do know, is that today was a good day.  I found this...