What force compelled me to take a different route home this morning after running an errand? To go this way never occurred to me before. No reason to go take that way home. A grey, cloudy sky and flash of white in a pasture caught from my periphery. Was I really seeing this? Powerful, glittering, yes . . . but alas, a figment. A statue in a field. All the lumps of sugar in the world could not bring him closer.
Photos by Joel Woodard