it's nearing zero degrees. it's about 7 minutes past 1 or 2 in the morning. i've been driving for longer than i care to admit. i'm doing okay, but i still have another 5 or 6 hours left to go, and since i'm in the middle of nowhere new mexico, i'm not about to stop.
i do admit, as cold as it was, i took advantage of stopping to take some pictures of the stary sky. so bright, as not one light for several hours away. and as bright as the sky is - my headlights don't seem to do a very good job at illuminating my pathway.
i decide to set my camera on my dash and fiddle with some pictures and long shutter speeds. this particular one, is at 30 seconds. 30 seconds of driving down the road in one frame. just over 1/2 a mile in one frame.
it's certainly not the most memorable photo i've taken, but it does tell me a story.
so many times, we're traveling so fast to our perceived destination that we can't focus on what's around us. we take so long to make a decision, we can't see any details.
maybe it's a case of swiftly going nowhere?