So a few weeks ago, our truck got another owie in its engine. It got a brand new engine a while ago, but apparently it hasn't been taking the anti-rejection meds like it was supposed to (think I've been watching a little too much Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice??) and it decided it didn't want to go anymore. So while we were deciding what to do about a dead truck, hubs became my chauffeur so he could steal my car during the day. I really didn't mind because door to door service is pretty awesome. Plus, one of the mornings he was driving me to work, I actually had my camera with me, I was in the passenger seat, and this is what the sun looked like over the mighty Lake Superior. Have I mentioned before that I love where I live?
I love it when things fall in place and I'm in the right place, with my camera, and at the right time!