I love people! When I lived in L.A., I spent a lot of time photographing on the street. I mean, for me and my tastes, I like the interaction more than what I find in flowers and such, but when I moved to the country, good luck on that. I'm stuck with flowers and still life.
So, feeling like I was running a bit on empty, I put myself in my car and drove down Rte 46 towards Hamilton, NY, thinking that I might find some American flags, tractors, maybe a couple of bashed in barns. I was driving 55 mph and there was little if any place to pull over. I am out of practice. I just bought a new camera at the top of the year. This camera is going to waste sitting in the case. No wonder I'm letting things like watercolor and covid isolation get my goat! I forced myself back to the shutterbug mode.
In my rear view, I saw a farm truck. I was obviously in the wrong direction, so I sped up to a place where I could turn around. I wondered if I could ever find it again. I was fortunate enough to get directly behind it. I must have made the drivers behind me nuts, following something that was going less than anything. I was tempted to get out of my car and run after this thing since it was moving so at a pace I could keep up with. That would have been insane, but entirely within the scope of what I might do to get what I wanted. I shot this through the windshield. I shot several and most of them were hazy. Renee, I told myself, keep that car clean— never know when one would need the windshield to be pristine.
My "fix" for street photography! When one is in the country, this is street photography!