Day breaks in the eastern horizon. The emerging sun splits night from day, divides dark and light.
Vehicles blur before a windshield. The drivers seem so sure of their respective destinations – following the logic that two points are always connected by a straight line.
But separate raised roads veer into vanishing points, curving into the dawn of uncertainty. What happens when there is a tear in our reality – when our perception of space and time is altered, and a straight line doesn’t lead home?
A simple decision made in one moment can focus a life into a vastly different direction. It might lead to a destination never expected. Or is that destination already fated for us, despite what roads, high or low, that we choose?
Our roaming photographer captured the visual thought at U.S. 380 in Decatur. The road taken doesn’t matter. It’s how we handle every moment along the route.