I have never been a “country kind of girl” and in fact I recall when I was young actually crying at the thought of moving to the country. Don’t get me wrong, I love to camp, fish, and shoot guns, but I don’t like the “getting dirty” part of those experiences. The older I get and the longer I live in a city, the more I treasure those times that I get to be in among the weeds, checking out the wild flowers, watching turkeys and deer cruise by, and just the simple smell of fresh morning air. There is just something so calming about it all.
Here are a few shots from yesterday that just make me want to pack up a vintage Louis Vuitton suitcase, put on a big hat, and take a ride to the country in my 1960 black convertible Porsche — now that is how you travel to the country.