“I am incapable of a profound remark on the workings of Destiny. It seems to get up early and go to bed very late, and it acts most generously toward the people who nudge it off the road whenever they meet it. That is an easy conclusion and it will not put to rest all further speculation on the subject, but whenever I wonder nowadays about Molo, I am forced to wonder about Destiny – and I achieve no progress whatever toward explaining anything. It seems remarkable to me at least that I had not gone to Molo, I might never had seen New York, nor learned to fly a plane, nor learned to hunt elephant, nor, in fact done anything except wait for one year to follow another.”

Beryl Markham, West With The Night

While traveling along a two lane road in rural Georgia I saw this old truck and had to stop and take its portrait. When I got home from my trip I posted the photo on Facebook. Several days later I received an email from a friend in response to my photo. Years ago, while he was traveling down that same rural road in a state neither of us live in, he too saw this same truck and pulled over and snapped its image. He is the man who introduced me to West with the Night, and the man who inspired me to fly, and when I saw his photo, looking exactly like mine, I thought once more about the workings of Destiny.