Heading Into Town
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina... can't you just feel the moonshine? Because if I can't go in person, at least my pictures can take me there. And Carolina is France. Or Quebec. Or Tucson. Or Nashville. Or Angel Fire. Or a tiny town outside that one city we drove through on our way East when the o-ring on the Suburban needed to be replaced so we had to stay the night and couldn't find a motel that allowed dogs so we camped by the railroad tracks. Or maybe it's someplace I can only imagine...
And that's how it all begins.
Heading Into Town
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina... can't you just feel the moonshine? Because if I can't go in person, at least my pictures can take me there. And Carolina is France. Or Quebec. Or Tucson. Or Nashville. Or Angel Fire. Or a tiny town outside that one city we drove through on our way East when the o-ring on the Suburban needed to be replaced so we had to stay the night and couldn't find a motel that allowed dogs so we camped by the railroad tracks. Or maybe it's someplace I can only imagine...
And that's how it all begins.