The Whispers

On a proper road trip the wheels keep moving whichever way the wind blows. And so it is on my journey.

But not everything I come across shouts "Wow!". Indeed, If I didn't brake and turn around to a spot that only whispered I would miss the majority of what makes a road trip such a joy.

A lonely windmill, a gnarly tree, the blue sky reflecting in a quiet lake...many have written volumes on the power of nature to move the human spirit.

Nature can shout, but I love it when it whispers. To that end I offer up these few images to make my case: