I've got the travel bug! I am plotting and planning a trip to Washington, D.C. and I simply can't wait to pack my bags and be on the road again.
I took this photo one Summer in northern Michigan, near some barns that I love. The sun was setting and it was the perfect quiet afternoon.
I knew that someday I would use this photo to represent travel, but everytime I see it I can only hear my Mom saying "Okay, that's enough, come on," because she didn't like me standing in the middle of the road.
Can you hear her too?