This morning I was walking through the state park in the fog. I do love it when its foggy, although, the last time it was really foggy out there I came face to face with a bear. It got me to thinking about crossroads. There are all sorts of older tales about meeting the devil at crossroads. I never really understood that. What is up with a crossroad being an evil thing? There are a few crossroads in that park, and I find myself a bit nervous, wondering if there is a bear going about his own business and not seeing me going about mine. I think this might be something that people in earlier times found disturbing. Anyone could be there, and when you start to know who should be in your town, outsiders seem threatening.
I am kind of proud of the picture today. I really like it. I didn't see any bears today, but I did see this guy at full sprint going across the dirt road. I know I am the guy interrupting his business here, but he didn't seem to mind it all that much. They leave these tracks in the dirt when they move, like mazes. They are kind of beautiful in their own way... kind of.
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