Saturday, August 3, 2013
On The Right Track
The Man is walking the train tracks into the unknown. He takes his journey slowly, focusing on each step, unsure where the tracks will lead. His face is turned away from us emphasizing his anonymity. He wears his best suit--his only suit--as he carries his meager belongings on his back.
His umbrella shields him from the unrelenting sun and the birds who attempt to drop turds on his beloved fedora. The only people who notice him are the wayward souls who live beside the tracks. Some view the Man as a wayward soul as well. But his journey is not dictated by whim. This is his destiny.
He walks on the wooden railroad ties. This protects his shoes from damage and prevents footprints. He understands that good walking leaves no path behind.
He has faith that his internal compass will kick in at some point. As he walks, his legs grow heavy and tired. Sometimes he becomes angry at the tracks beneath his feet. He persists until he feels wings upon his back, lifting him and easing his gait.
He always believed he would recognize his destination when he got there. Now he's sensing there is no place to get to. As Rumi once wrote: he is the road and the knower of roads. (6" x 7", black ink print) (special thanks to Steven Tash and his awesome reference photos) (http://Flickr.com/photos/tashvibe)