I just took a camping trip with my husband at a remote beach to celebrate his birthday. We took back country highways most of the way. On our olden day Land McNally’s road maps, these roads we took probably would have the “dots” along indicating “scenic drive.”
We left our wooded mountain area, drove through arid rolling hills spotted by old oak trees, flat expansive fields against bare brown hills and ranches with grazing horses and cattle. It reminded me of the very first time I drove up the state highway 101 from L.A. to San Francisco more than 30 years ago. I was so awe-struck with the expansiveness and the beauty that I wanted to stop to take picture.
To this day anytime I drive through the countryside of California I am just as fascinated with the scenery I have become so familiar with. I want to stop every few minutes to take pictures.
As a photographer, I am constantly presented with pictures that I like to capture in front of my eyes. When I’m traveling on a road trip like this one, the journey is abundantly filled with imageries that I want to cut out in rectangles. Because I wanted to cherish the time I have with my husband, I was mindful of my urge to stop the car to take photos. Yet I have to be honest it is always a dilemma I have to resolve on regular basis.