I live with obstructions. Something blocks my view frequently. There’s not much to do on the go in the car. Get out and stop. Of course not! You have to get out and stop. Ha ha, that would be stop and get out! I have a very patient wife. The former was not. There is a balance to be struck. Stop! Or go! It’s a choice.
I chose to remain – happily married – not an oxymoron if you play your cards right!
“When you come a fork in the road, take it.” by Yogi Berra.
I was struck by possibility with this scene. There was not much more I could do to work the scene. This was the shot. Not quite there and not quite a discard. Sometimes my effort is wanting. I was lacking on this day.