Brisk, foggy mornings are the best.  They are downright romantic and always allow for the potential of finding interesting shots.

I stopped being lazy and finally brought my Nikon D40 with me when I left for work, it allowed for several new pictures of the local MAX platform.

Forget about it.  Who you going to believe, them or me?  I’m telling you its a fugazi but if you want to go and make an ass out of yourself then go right ahead.

The highway stretched out in front of me for what seemed like forever but I was living life one mile at a time.  I remember that the moon was full and the sky was clear.  Mile after mile went by and there was no sign of another car in any direction.  I pulled into the rest area and realized that I was alone and in the distance we heard the howl of a lone coyote.  At that moment it hit me, I was free.  There was nothing left for me back there and I had my entire life ahead of me, wherever that might be.  I lit a cigarette and then grabbed a beer out of the bed of my truck and wandered out into the desert.  It felt good to be out here all alone.  Something told me that I should go back and lock the car but there was no sign of anyone else around and when I gazed out into the distance I didn’t see any headlights approaching.  Good enough for me.  On a night like this I knew that nothing bad could happen to me, I was untouchable.   Remember what Dostoyevsky said, “The secret of man’s being is not only to live but to have something to live for.”