Taking trips alone; and to nowhere.
Turning down unfamiliar streets, never entirely concerned with where they may lead.
Or, for that matter, wherever I may go.
It's quite a feeling, really: this placelessness.
This... realization
That I have never been so unafraid
To find myself lost.
I've experimented with direction too. I've found I don't take it well.
ReplyDeletePapa Woodchip always says that he's never been lost, only bewildered.
I never get lost. I am always Right Here. It is the rest of the world that is lost.
ReplyDeleteIf you don't care about where you are or where you are going, can you ever really get lost?
~BPP
=) I love that line. May have to use it sometime — with due credit, of course.
ReplyDeleteBPP - Sure you can... if you don't know where you are. At which point all that matters is how you handle yourself from there.
Great photos, makes me miss farm country, a little.
ReplyDeleteEli - Thanks. I actually took these photos a few months ago and was just waiting for the words to go with them.
ReplyDeleteI am famous for getting lost. I used to get so mad and yell about how much I hated being lost. After the millionth time I just learned to accept it and laugh about it, of course I'm lost hahahah kind of thing. So much less stressful. I think you are brave and the bell tower, brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThird,
ReplyDeleteMy sense of direction is so poor I once got lost in my hometown.
can you narrow down the locations of these beautiful photographs a little?
ReplyDeleteHave I ever mentioned that old brick industrial buildings are probably my favorite kind of architecture?
ReplyDeleteThey put sky in a day and I
ReplyDeletewent there
windows all unrolled
gravel dust shifting across
the
dashboard. There
was an old place
with trees beneath
it. I saw it when I left.
Then the place where
going things went.
Telegraphs
and the end on the
way to Denver.
I've seen
all these things from
behind bricks and
almost alone
under bright
clouds. If I knew
you I would tell
more secrets, but until
then the men
from God
will hold
my truth
in the same
sky
I've wrapped lies.
When I allow my feelings to be my guide,
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't matter which road I take, truth
Rides alone with me.
And all the wondrous sights I see
Along the way
Are merely signposts of where I been,
And where I hope to stay.
Stacy - I was the same way, for a time.
ReplyDeleteM@ - I hear you on that one. My terrible sense of direction has led to a variety of misadventures, as innocuous as taking 90 minutes to try and find a friend's apartment 8 miles away (and then giving up and going home), to nearly dying of dehydration in a woods. But not I have GREAT stories to tell, and I no longer freak out at the prospect of being lost.
David - The rural Midwest. Oh, heck, rural Indiana.
STC - Same here. But I especially like buildings in a state of collapse, for whatever reason.
DS - And I have unwrapped them.
Domino - Precisely. Beautifully said, by the way.
It's a fine art...this business of being lost.
ReplyDeleteI'll see you there... I hope.
ReplyDeleteBut not today. I need to buy underwear.