The hills down to the lakeshore where I live are so steep that the access roads have to be S-curves. A few of my houseguests have reacted with alarm. You need to drive with care if you're transporting something that could tip over or roll around.
Recently someone or other left a trail of spilled paint behind them. There are no stripes on the lower road, so it couldn't have been a malfunctioning line-striping truck. I picture an open five-gallon bucket tipping over on the back of some tradesman's pickup truck. Maybe. No telling.
Recently on the website we had been discussing Jay Maisel's famous dictum to "shoot it now," and when I first saw this I remember thinking, well, this is something I certainly don't have to shoot now—I'll probably be looking at this every time I leave the house for the next ten years.
But I had recently lost a shot I wanted because I had been too lazy to stop, so, coming home, I rather grumpily parked the car, walked back up the road, and snapped three quick frames of it. I remember thinking, "I really don't have to do this now."
A mere three days later, the road was repaved for the first time since I've lived here, and the funky paint spill was gone forever.
Shoot it now!
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