This time of year, Southern Indiana becomes a fascinating tapestry of warm, rich colors that hang above and drizzle upon locals and countless visitors alike.
Each year though, I get a bit more tired of taking the same pretty-vista photos. As stunning as the views are to experience (wind rushing around my face, birds magically hovering above expansive, rolling hills of puffs of color), the photos come nowhere near to capturing the experience.
I wind up with dozens more images that are beautiful, but that feel trite and dry and remind me very little of how that year’s excursion varied from the previous year’s. This year, I thought I’d change things up a bit….