After the High

A beautiful stop on the way out west.

I guess I had the desire to listen to marching band music all of a sudden.

A very foreboding view to be driving towards.

Some old bops I listened to during the drive.

Some gorgeous shots of the Illinois roadside. I remarked in an Instagram post that it looked like it was straight out of a Steinbeck novel. 

I just wanted to record where I was when I took the previous pictures. 

A good omen for sure. This made me feel great about going so far on my own. Everything was gonna be alright.