I woke up this morning and the sun was shining on me and all those around me. There were some I noticed some that didn’t feel the warming rays. Inside my current walls of cancer called Hope Lodge, fear and despair is consumed by the act of living. At least here, background and differences are washed away by what we share. I am on the road this morning, the real road, it is the way home, the way back,which at times seems a life time a go. But I am not going home,I am going to meet my children and dog. We are going to shoot some shots of the Covered Bridges of Madison County. Perhaps it is age, perhaps the disease or maybe the treatments, something brings water to my eyes, it is OK, I am almost not embarrassed, but not quite. It seems even a lonely soul needs cover, from my family, my friends, my dog, and maybe a covered bridge in Iowa. Pictures to come.