Today I was able to go home and see my mom. It was nice to be back, but also kind of sad. Our house is officially sold and she will be moving soon. I know I am away most of the time, but that house was home and it was hard to see things being packed up. I had to pack up part of my room also and it was weird. It is hard saying good bye to a place that has been home for years and where so many memories have taken place. The entire area holds memories. The fields, woods, and roads are home too. As we drove back from the new house where she will be moving we saw this burned up combine. It was a prototype that obviously failed quite badly. It was an interesting sight to see. And I sit here and try to form some profound connection between home and a burned combine and I can’t. This photo is just another photo of what I call home and what soon will not be home.
I do a lot of driving and right now the weather is perfect for having the windows rolled down and the sun roof open. It’s one of my favorite things to have everything open as I drive down the road. Usually the photos are shot through the windows or through the front window. But every now and the you look up and a shot presents itself. Now I have been told not to shoot while driving, by a few people. But sometimes the shots are just too good and I try to be as safe as possible when I shoot. I will have you know that I learned this technique from the best 😉
I remember when I first started driving, I hated highways. They freaked me out and I didn’t know how to work them. And now I drive them all the time. I love them. They’re fast and open and efficient. Now I’m an aggressive driver on these roads and I don’t give them a second thought. I fly down them, the road, the countryside and the other cars all a blur.