“Something with stripes”
CAUTION: PARENTAL GUIDANCE REQUIRED.
THE FOLLOWING PRESENTATION
NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG CHILDREN
OR THE SQUEAMISH.
After spending all day sitting through a defensive driving course, I was eager to grab my camera and start hunting for “something with stripes.” My husband decided to tag along, and we headed to town.
We had barely hit the road when he slammed on the brakes. “There's your stripes!” my husband exclaimed. I looked out the window in disbelief. Roadkill? “You've got to be kidding!” He wasn't, so I dutifully took the shot and got back in the car.
I had a barbershop in the back of my mind for this assignment, so that was our first stop once we arrived in town.
The barber pole wasn't as colorful as I'd expected and this image did nothing for me. The hunt continued. Go west, young man.
Actually, I instructed my driver to go north. We'd only driven a couple of blocks when the hunt for stripes ended. “Pull over here!” I cried.
I wish there had been a breeze to capture the flag in full glory, but I really liked the juxtaposition of the two forms of stripes against the deep blue sky.