This photo makes me think of cheeseburgers. Let me explain. Several years ago I was hanging out with a friend from the midwest who was craving a White Castle cheeseburger. Even though there were no White Castles in Atlanta, I agreed to drive to the closest location so that she could satisfy her craving, and I could try one for the first time. We got in the car and entered White Castle into the navigation system. I held my breath waiting for the results. The closest one was in Nashville, about four hours away. Off we went; yes, four hours just to go to White Castle.
Fast forward to 2013 and I can barely remember what I thought about the food, but I do remember the adventure of the journey to get it. We didn't do any sight-seeing in Nashville; we just ate and immediately headed back to Atlanta. On the way back we stopped at a gas station in the-middle-of-nowhere-Tennessee. As the gas flowed into my car, something told me to look across road, where I saw this incredibly calm and peaceful scene. It was such a contrast to the randomness and energy of our road trip. I stood there and soaked it in even after I'd finished pumping the gas. Of course I had my camera so I was able to bring this little piece of peace back to Atlanta.