As soon as I got a car as a teenager, I started enjoying the country by road-trip, but long before that, Oregon Trail taught me about the vast distances and varied scenery, all mine to discover. This seems to capture both, and it's really cool.

Somewhere I hope I still have some early digital photos from one of those trips. It would've been 1998 or 99, shot on an HP Photosmart C200, taken on I-40 westbound through Texas approaching Amarillo, as the mother of all thunderstorms barreled eastbound over us. A friend was at the wheel and I was in the back "resting" for the next driving shift, which meant futzing with the camera I had bought just before departure. I was clicking away at the lightning, marveling at the ability to simply delete shots that didn't come out, rather than having wasted expensive film. And then 46 shots into my experiment, I got it, captured a bolt of lightning in a photo, which I'd never been moneyed enough to attempt on film.

I'm now moseying eastbound on state route 36 just outside Lebanon KS, feeling an absolute flood of memories. This is masterfully executed.