I am thankful to have found someone who not only understands, but also shares in my wanderlust. Kaylah and I both love to travel, and we both agree, that the destination isn't the most important part, it's the journey. For the last month I've hardly picked up a camera. When I did it felt forced and contrived. Cabin fever, the cold; they had gotten to me. So in a spur of the moment move, I booked a hotel in Norfolk, Virginia, and two days later we were off. Why Norfolk? I'm not really sure. It just seemed like a good stopping point.
Day one: We drove, and drove, and drove. The only place we stopped was the scenic overlook at Gambrill State Park. We tried finding a few other places to photograph, but nothing panned out.
Day two: We got up extremely early, grabbed Starbucks, and went to the beach. I'm not sure what the temperature was. With the windchill I'm assuming it must have been well below zero. My hands could barely work my cameras. Watching the sunrise on the beach was great though.
The start of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and tunnel.
The sun coming up over a freighter.
This is where my love for the journey really kicks in. The old state routes that have since been replaced by much larger freeways are full of great roadside treasures.
I photographed a lot more, but I was trying to focus on taking more photos with my film cameras, so hopefully I'll have those online in the next couple weeks.