In which our intrepid hero feels a sense of deja moo…
One of the sad things about driving around and taking photographs is that, even if the photographs turn out well, even if one of the photographs actually (purely by luck) turned out to be quite high quality, the person who sees that picture will still not have experienced the scene the way my eyes did. There are times when I wish I could just invite people into my eyeballs so that they can see a scene in just the way my own eyes perceived it.