As lockdowns slow and begin to tire, our need for freedom & adventure became conspicuous. Spring was in the air. As new season lambs sat amongst the recent blooms; the birdsong echoed throughout. The open road and sense of freedom that once taken for granted, now appears to be the greatest gift of all. As the open road dances throughout the rolling green hills, it's almost as if time begins to idle. Fields of unattended farmland, showcasing grass in beauty, we are taught to cut and never see. As wind sweeps and sways this beauty in the direction of our route, the pastel shades of pinks, golds & sage, are the only indication that dusk is upon us.