Murray says it is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise
I’ve saved a picture that was taken on a trip we took through New England in 2009 with French friends. I left for France long ago, and this was my first trip back to New England in the fall in more than 25 years. After that much time, the sequences and memories of similar autumns become fixed in time; brilliant, iconic brain burns. Certain scenes draw others to them like iron filings to magnets. They become a source, a wellspring.