I drove a car out to my son in Denver and flew home, 1700 miles in three days during Winter. I had thought I’d do more photos but I didn’t, I felt pressure to drive and didn’t meander very far. I did enjoy my stops in Jefferson City, Missouri and Abilene, Kansas but even then I forgot to do photos of my friends and family because it felt rushed. And the return flight home was rough, my connection from Philly to Rochester was cancelled so I rented a car and had to drive even more! Phew, a bit of a backache today and still pooped.
The people I encountered in the Midwest were invariably nice. And the landscape was more interesting than I expected, even if I didn’t stop to photograph it. But this trip just confirmed my feeling that my best landscape photography will probably be done close to home, in familiar terrain.