When we come to the end of the road

Disruption, chaos, brutality.

Uncertainty, anxiety, fear.

Where do we find comfort when it feels like the end of the road?

There is no easy way through or out. Yet there is one thing of which I am confident—endings, even deaths, are not the last word.

The photo of arrows pointing in many directions is a composite of the trail markers at Edwin Warner Park, a nearby park I hiked recently.

The black and white image is a composite of two images I took at St. Simon Island, Epworth by the Sea.


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