Monday, January 1, 2018
We ran into (metaphorically speaking) this beeg bus on SW Highway 200 in Ocala the other day. At first I thought it was a large RV, but upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a bus that transports singers, or other entertainers, from one town to another. Or it may have been a tour bus, one of thousands that haul the elderly to Florida's casinos where they gleefully watch their money disappear in slot machines.
Clearly, the driver was in a hurry, charging down the highway, darting in and out of traffic; I thought surely he/she would wipe out several smaller cars before he/she got where he/she was going! :)
My father was a careful driver and he often said he'd rather be known as Mr. Anderson late than the late Mr. Anderson. Not a bad motto in these days of crazed drivers and road rage.
"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." — Henri Cartier-Bresson