We'll call this entry a photo-journal, of sorts. Basically, I'll relate anecdotes with pictures, pictures with anecdotes, and otherwise ramble multi-genre-ously in general.
Toward the beginning of the trip, I was taking pictures of basically nothing, to demonstrate to Miss Hysteric that there was basically nothing to take pictures of. Ironically, some of these photos of basically nothing turned out sort of interesting.
A sunrise out my window, splattered in bugs.
Steamy sunrises in Tennessee.
These sorts of views made driving through the night completely worth it.
I reached these mountain lakes at just the right time.
I've been told that these foggy images look like they could be used for Opeth records.
I can see that; the music fits the mood of these shots quite well, in my eyes.
In fact, this segment of the drive made me realize why I was such a lukewarm metal fan during my time in Arizona. Dark orchestral music is so much better matched to the chill of the late-year in the east than it is to the desert. I think I'm beginning to understand dark music again.
My cross-country car in the fog of sunrise.
The purple reflections in puddles of clouds. Definitely something that I missed.
Trucks on a bridge in a foggy sunrise. This picture somehow captures where my mind and feelings were at through most of this trip. Stare into the fog for a bit and figure it out.
A tugboat on the Tennessee River in Chattanooga, early in the morning.
Someone told me that they liked willow trees...
The first snow of the season. Somewhere in Pennsylvania... I think...?
Returning to fall as I remember it, in Bristol, Connecticut, just out of the Catskills.
As strange as this may sound, it's so good to see a sky that's gray instead of blue...
I'm back in New Hampshire now. More images and updates should soon follow.
There are more of these photos in my photobucket account, in the main album, and in the one subtitled Vagabond.