I went out
—just for thirty minutes or so
—to put a mile on the legs. Well. You know how that goes. About three miles into it, I was 800 or 1000 feet above the Chev when I noticed this single aspen in the distance glowing in the sun. I was shooting directly into the glare. Not a good way to get an image. But I really like the way this one came out. You can see my target at center right. It is pretty blurry. But. Even without it. I like the picture. And. As anybody who carries a camera knows: Good pictures are a matter of luck, of being in the right place at the right time.
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