It is all Trish’s fault.
I was sitting there minding my own business as we drove the back roads, through one of Washington’s peninsulas, towards a cute little town for a day of shopping.
Okay: I did have my camera in my lap, but really, who could blame me? The day was crisp and the scenery was picturesque.
She said if I saw anything I’d like her to stop for—anything at all, just let her know.
So I said stop when I saw the pasture and the cows and the weathered barn behind them.
I ran like a fool across the road to stand a few inches off the edge of a tight two lane highway. I stood there patiently framing photos in the eyepiece as I felt traffic pass close by me. Then I tiptoed a little further, a bit more precariously off the edge, to make sure the power lines wouldn’t need to be Photoshopped out, and I took a few more photographs.
Now I’m stuck with these images of the pretty day and memories of the adventures with a great friend—and of the cars whizzing by.
All because of Trish.
Some friend, huh?