I learned that less really is more.  I loved living out of the car with just the possessions we had with us to manage and care for.  The radio was never on.  We talked and talked and looked and looked.  It felt as if life got funneled right down to the very second we were in at any given moment and everything else just slipped away.   I actually caught myself thinking of nothing at all more than a few times.  When I was young and carefree I would delight in catching myself thinking about nothing many times a day.  It was divine.

I’ll start with my  favorite moment of trip photography.  We were in Port Royal, SC and heading into a restaurant by the shrimp docks for dinner.  The light was perfect and I saw this pelican flying towards the boats.  Pelicans are quite possibly one of the least graceful birds I have ever witnessed fly ( the Pileated wood pecker comes in 2nd) As his buddies looked on he came in for his landing on the mast:

My Grandfather was a shrimp boat captain.  I felt close to him as I stood by these marvelous vessels.

We spent time on Martha’s Vineyard, a place where my heart feels at home.  I love Menemsha, the little fishing village that is down island.  I set up my shot and waited, and waited, and finally:

Annapolis.  this image says it all:

Easter in Savannah:

John’s Great Grandparent’s home in Boiling Springs, SC

John taking a trip down memory lane. Take a minute and read these bumper stickers!

The Blue Mountains really put on their finest for us:

Click here for a slideshow of the highlights—————————————–>ROAD TRIP 2012