Still Life

Sitting in my car, I am still life in comparison to this speeding blur.

This is a photo I took yesterday at Manzanilla. I had just pulled to the side of the road and was snapping the image of the trees in my wing mirror when a car zipped by. It is a visual example of a question I usually ask when I am out in rural areas: why do people feel the need to speed when they can sit back, relax and cruise through a refreshing place like the country? I guess one answer is "open roads and not many pot holes."

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Elspeth