In which our intrepid hero finds himself over a river without a paddle…
On my excursions—which don’t really have any specific endpoint—I drive and take pictures until my enthusiasm begins to wane. Then I turn around and start heading back, either through more back roads or via faster routes, depending on my patience. I’ve noticed though, that no matter how I drive back home, I always take far fewer pictures on the return leg of the journey. Psychologically, I suppose, I have already switched into “get home” mode…
Unearthed Ohio 