Detours, that’s the brand of travel I like most. Taking the same route every single day is monotonous. Lets face it, there’s no adventure in monotony, is there? I took a detour, really it was a complete loop that brought me back to where I started, but enough of that.
I took Cissal Hill Road and made my way up to the top of the ridge. It was a gray misty sort of morning, perfect for photographing the vibrant redbuds because there isn’t any color competition and the light wouldn’t be direct, it’s more diffused.