Thursday, September 20, 2012

Highway 96

One of the glorious freedoms of traveling by yourself is that you can do whatever the hell you want, whenever the hell you feel like it. And if that means, pulling off the side of the freeway and then running through fields for that perfect shot, while looking like an idiot, then so be it. Because it's ridiculously freeing and fantastical.

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