"just shoot me"

"somebody cue the angels to start singing"

"just shoot me". That is what the sky was telling me as I drove by and also what I said to myself after shooting a scene that is the absolute epitome of what 98% of the photographers that live up here in the Adirondacks shoot. Maybe it's the fact that I'm turning 3 decades + 1 year old in a few weeks? or maybe because the season and myself are in limbo for fresh new cinemascapes and I was jonseing? Not sure why I took it. I don't take pictures. I hardly ever have a camera (even at my son's birthday parties) unless I'm on a mission to shoot a moose or a cinemascape. I actual can't stand people with cameras to tell the honest truth.

Anyway...that's all I gots to ramble about currently.