ANOTHER DAY

Sometimes the road is a time machine…in reverse.  The narrower some valleys get, the slower time seems to move, until at some point I find that it’s moving backward, taking me to centuries gone by.  The people here are not from the 21st century.  They, their houses, fields, crops, and animals are locked into 17th or 18th century.  I . . . → Read More: Time Machine Road