I’m in Deersville, Ohio. It’s 2am, and I’m in a cabin nestled in the woods, surrounded by strange insects, hummingbirds, and all sorts of weird creatures (who lock up their spirits, as Thom said).
I really should have written these blogs ages ago. It will never cease to amaze me how time vanishes into thin air when you’re touring. Whole days disappear without so much as a wave.
I’m not going to attempt to put any temporal structure on this, because quite frankly, my concept of time has gone through the wringer. Instead I’m going to pin this to photographs and some little tales from our travels… more to follow soon…