Life has gotten in the way of getting out with my camera lately. Blame it on work and weather and an itty-bitty lack of inspiration.
So I grabbed the camera and my dog and took a spin around the neighborhood. The mountains were pretty, but while meandering along a back road, where the trees’ full canopies bend over the pavement this time of year, I drove by a break in the woods … and nearly kept driving.
I turned around after a mile or two; the glance I gave it caught up because it deserved a capture. I don’t know where the road goes, but in this particular moment it didn’t matter. The light, the hues, the end of a day and conclusion of a week … it was all right there.
For a moment.