A Girl Named Leney

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Vanished Frontier


This was a photo I found around this time last year, and it's remained sort of a staple image for me when I think of road trips. Especially cross country ones.
Remember when I talked about how I, as a photographer, think of and see everything as a photo?
Well I guess this sort of ties in with that.

It's been a dream of mine to do a road trip across the United States for quite some time now. I don't really know when it started, but I imagine most people have a desire to do it at one time or another.
I mean how could you not?
Maybe it's even something, as an American, you're just born with wanting to do.
Especially if you've ever had a taste of out West. 
Which I am fortunate enough to have had, with many adventurous family vacations and trips to New Mexico, Idaho, Arizona, Montana, Nevada, Wyoming, etc.
And then of course recently California.
(Photos from which I still plan on sharing once I get through wedding season!)

There's just something so mysterious and romantic about the home of the vanished American frontier.
It's vastness, it's beauty, it's ungraspable wonder.
I don't know if it is just because I am an American, and this is my home, but there's something that makes me want/need, to explore it and see it, touch it and feel it and experience it in the most real way possible, in as many ways possible.