Train pulled out said my goodbyes
Sky blue
Back on the road alone with the sky
Sky blue
Theres a presence here no one denies
Sky blue
– Gabriel

I woke up to a dark day and heavy rain. A day when I had to make my way north to the little town Mauston on the Lemonweir river. The drive took me through miles of rain soaked fields, low hills, sandstone cliffs and all sort of slowly collapsing barns and tattered sheds. Each crumbling structure I passed reminded me of an old forest log crumbling back into the earth.

Like a passenger on the Amtrak train that shadowed me most of the way north, I was simply passing through on my way from one point on the globe to another, a passenger catching dream-scape glimpses of a foreign place more imagination than reality.  Continue reading →