My Original thought was random dirt roads which was a line I picked up from another photographer. These seemingly unimportant ribbons of dirt, mud and gravel have become a metaphor for an emerging philosophy —things that matter are not always contained in the headlines.
These words and images are by H. Ray Thompson. Located in the middle of the country and dedicated to the preservation of the past so we might find light in the now and to inherit a better future.
Occasionally themes do appear but as the title suggests it is not predictable what points on the compass the truck might take us. Thanks for visiting.
We create on the frontier, seldom in the factory.
Art is not so much defined but observed.