I am looking for familiarity in the same places. In trails, hills and roads I search for
    something I know. The landscape is perpetually changing. Sometimes I return to
    several inches of snow and other times I come back to corn flooding the fields, or fallen
    branches hiding deer tracks. Cords of wood go unattended and unused; tree lines are
    trimmed by icy storms.

    Surprises are revealed by changes in the landscape but many things will always be the
    same. The smell of dirt coated cars, berry bushes staining my legs in the same places,
    melted ice turns to slush over and over . Traces of life remain everywhere but the
    search for my home continues.