At the end of a project, there is that space.
You know, that space between the satisfaction of finishing one project and just before the anticipation of the next one takes hold. We are neither in the past, nor looking to the future. That space where, for a short time, we are completely present.
Upon finishing the journal project, I was greeted with this warm sunset on Route 66. I felt relaxed, sat back in the passenger seat of our ’74 convertible Cadillac and let the world drift by.
On the east side of Yukon, there is an old trestle bridge that was built over the Canadian River in 1925. I could feel my heart slow to the thump of the tires on the expansion joints. The DSLR put away, I pointed my iPhone at the bridge and shot this image.
In between riverbanks. In between day and night.