Daily Country Escape

Went driving out in the country today.

I got pretty far out there and stopped to take some pictures.
It seems like everytime I pull the car over and step out to look around
a random, passing truck will also pull over to ask me what I'm doing.

I suppose if I had my own land far away from the busy bubble of the concrete world
I'd be protective of it, too.


(Just not too far away, because I do like having friends)