Last weekend, Motor Man and I were in Martinsville, Virginia for a race. The race was over Sunday evening around six, and we headed for home.
As we drove east along Highway 58, I noticed a beautiful sunset behind us. We were anxious to get home, plus traffic was a little heavy, so I didn’t want to ask Motor Man to pull over for me to get a picture.
Several attempts at taking the photo out of my passenger side window and through the back window of the truck were unsuccessful.
So I did the next best thing.
After all, I was seeing it through the rear-view.
these days of mine 