As I mentioned yesterday one particular image was speaking to me, and made me feel that it was an extension of the Jack English series. A bonus image if you will.
After we left Jack's cabin we flew west over to the coast. Over several beautiful mountain ranges. I love the feeling of being in a helicopter, and flying through a small "saddle" in a mountain range, to the other side and it just drops off. Like an IMAX movie. But better. It's real. An amazing feeling.
We cleared the last range and my favorite ocean was right there. Where I have journeyed several thousand miles on board boats. I am happy to say I have traveled these waters from Los Angeles all the way to Alaska. On boats not on ships. And now we follow Highway 1 north. Where I have also journeyed several thousand miles, on four wheels. Many times over many decades. Lots of friends and good times.
When speaking with Jack, although he remains very strong, you sense he feels his own end could be near. I suppose this is inevitable when you have outlived your beloved and nearly all your friends. He often says "I have had a good life..." And he sure has. I hope he has many more good years. You frequently hear "they don't make them like that any more." It's cliche, right? Well, it is something else entirely when you walk and talk with Jack. He's "they don't make them like that any more" in physical form! There is a toughness and purpose in his eyes that I don't see often.
So to this image then.
His mountains. My ocean. Our sky.
It took a while for this title to come to me. At first it was a noun. And I'm good with that. But I prefer it as a verb. This is where I want to journey forever - the land, the sea, the air. Right here on the Pacific Coast. From what I have seen everyone that meets Jack carries a little of him around with them. Maybe forever?
I'm confident Jack will enjoy the rest of his journey and he'll know when this phase of it is through.
This is my image of it: Forever Journey.
