One of the trips we don’t make anymore is south to Atlanta. When our good friends Kelley and Nicola lived there, we went down a few times, most notably for their wedding. That trip was an adventure. We often make long drives at night. Donna is good at the wheel in the dark (I fall asleep, no matter how much caffeine or hours of napping beforehand) and it chews up mileage during a period when not much else is happening. It also afford us sunrises on the road, which can often be spectacular…or just profound.
The trip down for their wedding took us through a storm. It was raining when we left. As we drove up into the mountains, we literally drove into the storm cloud. Visibility was probably no worse than if we’d been driving in the daytime. Lightening sheared across the sky seemingly fifty feet in front of us. It was a tense trip.
But on the other side, as the rain abated, and the sun rose, we got to see this.
Going through a stack of old prints, I found it. I have hundreds of images I did not, at the time, pay enough attention to. I have a huge job ahead of me converting these to digital and bringing them up to the level of quality they should have.
Thought I’d share this one now.
Safe journey, all, no matter where you go, and may the far side of wherever you are give you something memorable.
