One would not think that down on the Mississippi River, in the heart of Saint Minneapolis, one would find Roman ruins. And even I, trying to manipulate the very reality of my pictures of the river, had not considered that the Roman Empire had spread so far as to reach deep into the Americas.
But Fox and Skunk have a way of wandering, and strange things come together around them. And they don't care. What does it matter where history happened?
Nothing is ever the same as it once was. The only thing that is permanent, the only thing that is fixed in time and space is right now.
Blink and you miss it. Except that you will be blinking and not missing it. You can't, actually, miss it.
But if you can find some way to fit something into it, there it is.
Fox and Skunk are famous figures of Folklore, known all across the world. They are not real.
But I love them because even though they are the dream, they know everything else is the dream.