Ernie and I both felt out of sorts yesterday. We've been closed up for the week and hadn't really been out. Seeing pictures of friends at AMA made us feel a little lonely, and sad we weren't there. I felt restless but I didn't know what I wanted to do. We were supposed to be attacking the problem of the cat shredded wall but I really wasn't in the mood for that. So we did what we always do when we can't figure out what will make us happy: we went for a drive.
We went with no direction, just randomly choosing left, straight, or right at every intersection. As we headed through some fields I told Ernie to stop the car and I took this picture.
And I felt a little bit better. It's as though by taking a picture I had somehow made a mark on the weekend. As we meandered on I thought about it and I wondered why I feel that need to mark things in this way. Why is it that I somehow feel that taking a photograph, albeit a quick iPhone snap, somehow validates my time? It makes me present. It says I was here. It says that this is how I saw this. I'm not sure, but with each picture I felt a little better.
And I gotta say, I didn't realize this was such an old song of Neil Young's....I know it from the early 80's album version. Great song.