Sometimes good photos take themselves

Often, when driving to and fro’ in the ‘ol Jeep — but particularly on loooooong road trips — I encounter spectacular views. I’ve gotten good at grabbing the phone, and just tripping the shutter without looking at the phone… days later, I have 157 blurry photos… and this one. Westbound about to cross the Hudson River in upstate New York on a chilly Sunday evening after a Winter Retreat. See? One photo; All the memories too.

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