This past week was a good example of what life with a photo obsessed person can be like. I tend to do this thing...well, I'm not sure how to describe it. We are riding around and all of the sudden I want to stop. Like right there, right now kind of a stop. It's more like a STOP, to be honest. Because I see something I want to capture and who knows when we might get this way again so I need to do it now. So if that means stopping in the middle of the road, so I can stand on the side of the road, as long as it is safe to do so-then we do it. And I'm often so glad for this because I catch things like this:
Which in real life is just breathtaking because it looks like the mountains are literally right behind this great barn:
Then sometimes, I just have Nathan stop the truck so I can quickly open the door and snap a few shots while standing on the running board of the truck:
Sometimes I ask him to just stop and I stay sitting in the truck and snap away:
And then he gets tired of this game, and I have to just roll the window down to snap pictures. While we are still moving. He doesn't even slow down for me. Can't say I blame him because we'd never get anywhere if he always gave in to my requests. I still get some decent shots this way, and if nothing else, it's a memory captured:
Living the life in Washington!