Dawn Patrol on the Road
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The term "Lost Highway" is one of those talismanic phrases that resonates mysteriously across our spread out culture. This tiny stretch of road running through the marshes and little canals in the Napeague strip, with its vintage telephone poles and concrete road's edge markers, has always stuck me as one of those spots. The Muse woke me up this morning at 5am & the call went out for me to be here. I was still so asleep at the time that I barely remember pressing the shutter button. But there it is. On the Road. Into the Dawn. In a Dream. Lost Highway Found.
