On my most recent trip back to upstate NY, where I’m born and bred, I realized just how much I miss seeing beautiful wide open blue skies. The skies just go on for miles with nothing but hills to interrupt the blue.
I had to get a few snapshots. Thankfully I remembered my point and shoot cannon.
It’s a little strange to not see piles of snow everywhere, but I’ll take it. It’s even more gorgeous in the Fall when all the hills are covered in a quilt of orange and red hues.
I took even more while I was driving, but they happen to either have my steering wheel in the way, or the little face of a curious chihuahua unable to sit still for a 4 1/2 hour drive.