”Real men don’t ask for directions, Bob. Just keep walking and pretend that you know where you are”
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I took this photo at Popham Beach, in Phippsburg, Maine. Some industrious beachgoers had planted huge 12 foot pieces of driftwood upright in a row above the tideline. I thought it would make a cool drawing, but as soon as I had the first piece of wood started, every crack turned into a mouth, every broken weathered branch a nose…and so a row of once upon a trees turned into a row of men, facing every direction. I added the caption because I am married to a wonderful man who is never lost, who wouldn’t dream of asking for directions, and who even when he doesn’t know where he is, behaves as if he does.