It was raining slightly, so I drove the golf cart.
|This is a "road" at Stillpoint. They're just slightly more than wide enough for a golf cart and a snowblower. This was taken through the plastic windshield, which is why it's fuzzy.|
Good thing, because I would have missed a couple good photos.
I took the lower "road" on the way back home and decided to photograph this narrow neck of the cove. It goes dry during real low tides.
When I framed the shot with driftwood, I noticed the color of the mountain in the background. I ran for the golf cart and drove home as fast as that little electric buggy would go, all the while remembering a lesson I'd learned long ago.
Not a moment too soon. Here's the same mountain from the front deck of where I'm staying.
And a minute later.
And the final shot.
Oh. That lesson? When watching a sunset always, always look behind you.