All of my road warriorettes display different reactions to my driving. Foodie Jan is prone to scream “We’re all going to die!!!!” at the least provocation. She’s also the one most likely to question my food and lodging choices.
Curator Jessica is so young she still thinks she’s immortal, so she takes my driving quietly.
You haven’t heard much about Warriorette Anne lately because she abandoned me for Texas. She kept quiet even when she had good reason to scream. It was on that occasion that Mother, the original Warriorette, said she didn’t scream because she was biting down too hard on a pillow to keep from doing it.
(You can click on the photos to make them larger.)
Now that I think of it
I only knew of one time when Mother expressed any kind of shock.
I was trying to get a good photo of the world’s longest suspension pipeline that links Wittenberg, Mo., with Grand Tower, Ill. I had been there about an hour earlier and got some nice pictures, but after heading north along the river and not finding a good angle, I decided to race the sun back for this shot. I made it with about five minutes to spare. When I went airborne over the top of a levee, Mother yelled, “Whoa!”
I knew there was a road on the other side of the levee, but she, evidently, didn’t.
At the time, I wrote, “She never yells, ‘Whoa!’ She yells, ‘Gun it!’ She must be getting old.”
Getting to the point of the picture
Getting back to the original subject of the tree photo at the top of the page: Warriorette Shari, my old high school girlfriend (briefly, by her choice), and I were hammer down on NN north of where I took the silo picture when I smoked the brakes and did a sliding U-turn. Shari didn’t say a word, even when I pulled off on the side of the road and jumped out.
I had spotted a farm pond that was perfectly smooth and picking up the reflection of trees backlit by the setting sun. It captured the feel of The Bootheel for me: the endless flat ground, the green crops, the trees and buildings way off in the distance.
When I crawled back in the car, I tried to explain my philosophy of “Shoot It When You See It” because I was losing the reflections of the trees in the three or four minutes it took me to get turned around and start making exposures.
This old tree standing sentinel in the field has the same feel as the pond photo, but I like the reflections better in the first shot.
I almost always use a circular polarizing filter on my lens to protect it, reduce reflections and make skies more dramatic. Depending on the angle of the light, sometimes it doesn’t work at all or, like here, it causes part of the sky to be a different shade, which bothers me.
5 Replies to “Road Warriorette Reactions”
Early on in my Warriorette-ing, I calculated that Ken was still alive after all these years of driving and I hadn’t heard him tell any wreck-on-the-highway stories that didn’t involve his shooting somebody else’s wreck, so I was just going to treat all visuals of impending death as optical illusions. Besides, everybody dies of something and at least this is exhilarating.
You missed one warriorette. Must be because, all those years when I wasn’t screaming about which ditch you were going to drop into while trying to back down a one-lane goat path after a 4-hour photo expedition, I was holding my breath and crossing my legs hoping the next stop would be a bathroom.
I left you off the list because you finally got tired of hearing the same war stories and started flying to anywhere more than 27 miles from home.
Love the tree.
Beautiful shot ! The lonesome tree with a little sun on one side and cloud on the other !