When we’re on a road where it’s possible to pull safely out of traffic, Bob will say, “I can pull over if you want that shot.” Sometimes we do, giving ourselves — especially the driver! — a chance to get out, stretch our legs, and get a closer look at whatever place we happen to find ourselves. That can mean some unusual sightings, such as this truck and trailer — the more interesting part being the truck if you ask me:
But often we’re on a stretch where we just can’t stop on a whim for a photo, which is fine with Ellen. She likes snapping away through the window, whether what’s on the other side is moving or not. Sometimes she gets slightly blurry, moody shots…
…sometimes she gets something that looks like it took more planning or thought:
The worst part? Sorting through dozens and dozens of images, deleting most of them because they couldn’t even pretend to be abstract photos. (I’d insert one here, but they’ve all been deleted!)
She keeps some of the images that help her remember the weather on a particular day, driving a certain stretch of highway.
She keeps others because they help hold onto the sense of place we had while we were there, floating through like a wayward balloon or tumbleweed.