And this is what art is for me - an unexpected break in the gathering clouds of an evening; a space where I have room to breathe; a moment that lifts the spirit from the ground.
How often these days do we find ourselves in places that are chosen for reasons other than their aesthetic appeal? Cookie-cutter subdivisions close to good schools, a bland apartment complex along the public transit route, grimy warehouses or fluorescent office cubicles that pay the bills?
All my life has been a struggle against the anxiety and dimmed muteness of everyday - the mortal mundane minutia that makes up our daily lives. It's a struggle just to maintain footing, to find a stopping point. Ugliness accumulates around us in the form of drab strip malls, big box store facades.
But still there are moments of something more.
This photo was taken on the side of a highway that stretches this country from east to west. I-10, exit who knows where between Texas and Louisiana, in a parking lot that spans two fast food restaurants and a cheap motel. And it is beautiful.
Taking the time to bare witness to these moments, to capture them for darker days on down this long road, is what gives my life meaning and drives me always back to art.