Back from my travels, having had a great time, albeit a long one. There is a weary quality to being on the road when you don't have the leisure to stop and see things along the way, stop and take out the camera, stop and explore the local greasy spoons. I did hit up a number of road-side farmer's markets, gorging myself on fresh produce. And I was reminded how beautiful this land is, from fog-littered rolling hills of Pennsylanvia at 6 am, sun-beaten Carolina highways that glimmered with sparkling speckles, rich loamy Richmond trees and the cool refreshment of the James river, kudzu addled Atlantan trees and fierce summer southern storms..