Early one morning, two days after Thanksgiving, my best friend and I met to go on a photo jaunt. When I’m home, it’s a tradition for us to meet early in the morning when the sun is coming and the mist is still fogging over the roads, and head off into the wilds of Tennessee. We are Nashville-raised girls–so these old roads, falling down barns, abandoned buildings, lonely graveyards and remote train tracks draw us to them like birds to a nest. We drive for a while, jabbering about our lives, and stopping every few miles for some shots of something that speaks to us. Later, we stop in some little diner for a late breakfast before hightailing it back to town. These scenes, these drives, these little traditions remind me of what matters in life….family and friends, and roads to be traveled.