Reflecting...

It's not very often we sit back and actually think about where exactly we've been, and where life has really taken us. When you're in a zone, nothing can seemingly snap you out of the hypnotic trance towards whatever path you are heading down. The time spent on that path begins to define you. Once you need to change direction, and quickly - you get caught up in the whirlwind and the momentum of that force, and for a single second, in your excitement, you hope to forget why you had to change direction in the first place.
 
These pictures were taken somewhere between Las Vegas and Death Valley.  I would probably sell a limb to be able to just get in the car and go on one of the trips that these pictures were taken on. Nothing but the open road, coffee, and laughs with good friends and an approximate idea of when we should be getting back home.