Cone | East Wenatchee, WA | 2014

Some of us, maybe all of us, have an itch to scratch but can’t. We’re called by adventure, enticed by mystery or perhaps tempted by a spiritual or sexual quest — but something keeps us from scratching that nagging, ever-present itch. Maybe we’re restricted by a psychological quirk. Or a physical limitation. Or simply thwarted by life’s imposing responsibilities. Doesn’t matter. The itch grows stronger as we age, and time passing quickly sharpens our focus and purpose: Scratch, don’t wait, scratch it now.