“No hopping today, seems I caught me a ride.”
One day as I traveled a little side road, US-280W, on my way to Glennville from Savannah, I had to stop and photograph what I called Lost America. It was like time had slowed down just enough for cars to catch a glimpse of yester-year. I jumped out, iPad Air in hand and snapped away. Walking back to my car, I spotted a stowaway. A hidden traveler. It was a little grasshopper on my tire by the side of the road.
Now where did that little green guy think he was going? Even more, where had he been? Did I miss the signpost up ahead that read… “The Twilight Zone”.
