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 😉
Windows down. Music on. Country breeze blowing through my hair. The smell of corn and wet soil. No one around, but those naturally intended.
This was shot on an old lot that held a home. At one time it was a home that housed a family, hopefully wrapped in love and memories. A place that no longer stands. All that’s left is the rubble of broken glass and bricks. An old swing tied in a tree. The sun melting deep in the back, surrounded in cornfields and stale life.
Another Monday evening spent with Alex. I enjoy his company and look forward to spending time with him each week. He’s such a great friend and the stories we share and memories we make are worth the wait every week.
Alex came my way this time (we now live an hour apart) we spent our usual time out driving during sunset before Waffle House. Windows were down when we came upon the humming of power lines. Alex was in awe as it was something he had never heard before. It was so loud, just the buzzing of electricity screaming through the lines above us.
I’m thankful for friends like Alex. Where the company and conversation are more than enough and time can be enjoyed under the humming of electricity in the middle of nowhere, laughing.