I went mad on Kinney Road, called for help on Kinney Road, decided a marriage had ended on Kinney Road, fell in love on Kinney Road, went to Kinney Roat to kick off my book tour. Place of beginnings. And endings.

I think it’s important to get the right to define yourself. I wrote that my feet were sore after days of running around the woods taking photos and somebody e-mailed me that I was getting old and needed to take some joint pills. I wrote back that my feet began hurting when I was 17 – have bad bone structure there – and have hurt all of my life, but served me quite well, considering. I know where I am, I told her, and it is for me, not for anyone else to tell me where I am in life. Define yourself, or other people will do it, and you won’t like it.