Sometimes life seems to have it's own handle. It appears to take off on a path we haven't designed. I feel that way so often anymore. It is unnerving to me. I dislike it quite much.
Almost like this older photograph I took 2 years ago.
Going out into the distance. Following a line. Fading away.
Many days photography helps me feel more grounded. More of a purpose or a creative output on days when I just am not focused. At all.
It probably is just my age but it makes me sad on the inside.
The only recourse is to just keep going . . . as in this line.