Up here in the gray Pacific North West winter, a rare sunny day needs to be properly appreciated. How better than this?
I consider my photography skills to be serviceable, at best. I just don’t have the patience, aptitude and equipment to really pursue it, but once in a while, a bit of serendipity strikes.
We were walking, and by the time I heard the unmistakeable symphony of a Porsche 356 engine announcing its coming, fished out my camera, and fired it up, it was almost gone. I panned a bit as I hit the trigger, something I normally never do, and lo and behold; it actually worked, more or less.