From Houston to Rockport, Maine, are 12 states plus Washington, D.C. and a lot of hours in the car. There’s probably a more efficient way to do the drive, but we had places to go and people to see which made the trip quite an adventure.
With my trusty camera at my side, I thought to pay attention to all that was outside my window and make some attempt to capture a scene that reflected the essence of place. As the resulting photos show, the U.S. is a country of varying and interesting sights.
In Texas, early morning sun rises over refineries where work never stops.
The Atchafalaya Bridge spans miles of Louisiana’s cypress swamps and reminds me of the time I ran out of gas on this bridge. That’s another story!
Here and there in Mississippi are grand old mansions, symbols of another time.
In Tennesee, tobacco barns are common sights in the countryside,
and the Smoky Mountains live up to their name.
North Carolina is home to curving roads and rocky cliffs with tumbling waterfalls.
Horses graze alongside Virginia highways,
and the Blue Ridge Mountains are a lovely backdrop to city scenes.
Passing through Washington, D.C., it is impossible not to be awed by the beauty of this U.S. capitol city where the Washington Monument soars above all else.
Surprisiingly, silos and newly mown hay line New Jersey highways,
and a little further north, standing tall, is the imposing New York City skyline. I would have loved to stop there for a day or two, but the hubby wasn’t keen on driving in the city. Can’t say that I blame him.
Moving through New England, there are covered bridges
and tranquil scenes reflecting a slower pace.
Ah, what a relief to see that we are closing in on Maine.
Finally, the most welcome sign
and the sights that are so familiar.
Crossing the bridge over Rockport Harbor, my heart sings……HOME!
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