- Disappearing America - Old garage on the coast highway at dusk
I bet we have all done it, driving 60 in a hurry to get somewhere when we see a shot, and keep driving.
Last night I thought, “Oh! I’ll come back sometime” when that DAMN little voice in my head whispers, ‘Never miss a shot if you can help it”. I slowed quickly, made a U-turn, and got out. Rushing, I banged my head on the trunk lid getting the tripod out and fumbled around in the dark trying to lock the camera in position while swearing to myself. Taking four shots, varying the exposure, I prayed one would turn out while I rubbed that sore and growing lump on my head. I hurried, back into the car and back on the road. Total time was 4 minutes. My head still hurts. This was the last shot and I still like it.