Yesterday I got lost out west on the way to a shoot. But it was a trick because it appeared to be back east, you know.

The leaves were a brilliant mess of yellows and oranges and reds. And I Tussled along the sloping blacktop hills, winding this way and that and taking me further and further from where I was supposed to be.

I should've stopped and snapped it, seeing as how the camera rode shotgun.

But it I think it was for my eyes only. Like, maybe the trees only appeared as a one time deal for me to appreciate. or maybe because I needed something beautiful to look at and not freak out about life, and school, and death, and my dog, and work, and the other work, and making art, and, and......and............and everything. you know.

So I eventually found my way back out, only to find that the road wasn't really blocked off in the first place.

did I imagine then, the whole detour?