I suppose there are those who must have constant commotion for life to be meaningful. I’m not one of them. Many times the radio gets silenced, the talking heads stifled; and the only thing reaching my ears is the hum of my tires headed in a direction where there are no buildings and no trees obstructing my view. I particularly like the drive through Carabelle to St. George Island. Early morning is the best. Once you leave the traffic of Tallahassee, the roads are mostly vacant for the entire 65 to 70 miles to St. George Island. Here are some photos I’ve recently taken during these trips.