I am with two friends on a desolate road in Idaho or Ohio, some place where the roads stretch on for eternity and humans seem small; their roads, lives, everything is small compared to the infinite space around.
We are on this isolated road to photograph the cover for an album. We stand in the center of the road, knowing no one is around for many miles.
My friend is in front of me and I can see through his eyes into the road beyond...it keeps going straight ahead, gently moving up and down over hillsides, but straight ahead nonetheless. His eyes are like warm stained glass...fragmented yellow, green, and bright brown, they are clear and beautiful and I feel safe.