Road trip
I’ve had several months to reflect on a trip my dear friend (pictured above) facilitated this summer. He’s a road dog, adventurous, creative, and has a wanderlust that would make Middle Earth feel small. Me? I’m a home body. Content in my bubble, and terrified of getting out of the comfort zone I’ve created for myself.
But, Eric is someone I trust, love, and admire. So…I went. 5 states, sleeping in the car. No AC. Navigating pull outs, extracting ourselves from camping sites before we had to pay, convos about moth man, meeting good family at the local Lodge, and drinking coffee in the most beautiful shops I’ve been to.
We argued. We laughed. We cried a bit. I met Eric’s son, and ate his wife’s authentic Mexican mole (pronounced “molay” since I can’t get this keyboard to give me an accent over the “e”).
I learned so much from Eric, as is his way. He’s pushed me several times to try something I would never take on. This road trip is the zenith of our expanding friendship - brotherhood.
As an artist he is forever prompting me to create, to write, to live my life on my terms. I see him as a fearless warrior who’s out there doing, living, loving, learning, struggling, and conquering.
He’s the reason I’m here, sharing a collaboration of our work. The photos are his. The words are mine. The creation is ours.
Thank you Eric. You continue to show me beauty in misery, learning in ignorance, life in suffering, adventure in risk.
Onward.
For more on Eric’s prolific artistry, please visit https://skadsonphotography.com/work
You are welcome, sir.
Thank you for such kind words, my brother!