No memory is ever alone; it’s at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
I have been wanting to get some light trails off this bridge near my house. For some reason the interstate had limited traffic this evening but patience paid off and I did get a good light trail painting photo. As for the quote this memory will be ever associated with the state troopers stopping by and asking me what the heck I was doing on the bridge. We talked and had a laugh and they just wanted to make sure I wasn’t a jumper or a vandal.