20 years ago, I went on a out-of-state photography trip. No family reunion, no wedding of a family member, or to meet up with friends.
I had recently lost my dog, Peanut, to cancer, and I couldn't sleep for weeks. My family doctor had diagnosed me with depression and put me on an antidipressant, Paxil, which didn't work well for me. So, once he took me off of it, I decided to do my own treatment: Fly to Nashville, TN alone, rent a Ford Ranger, and drive from one end of TN to the other and up into Kentucky, photographing the entire way. It was 3 weeks of adventure, and peace, doing what I loved to do.
Here is Laurel Falls in The Great Smokey Mountains.