I've been known to take the long way home on many occasions. But I never take the long way to work. Not unless there are policemen standing beside police cars with flashing lights, indicating all traffic turn off the main road and take a back road to town. The detour added about half an hour to my trip. I will go that way home from work soon - I saw a neat old barn and an 'interesting' letter box I'd like to photograph.
I was tempted to take the photos this morning but I had an impatient person in the car behind me and got tooted at when I stopped to take this shot. See that huge gap I allowed to develop while I raised the camera? And I don't think that line of traffic was about to take off at speed.
But I figured the driver was a bit stressed about taking the long way to town. By the time we reached this point, we would have been in town for about 15-20 minutes had the road not been closed. Maybe they had a pressing appointment, maybe their boss would not appreciate them being so late arriving at work. Who knows. But that horn toot told me I wouldn't be helping their mood if I stopped again, so I played nice.
Anyway, I was still in a good mood from a pleasant experience I had yesterday. I was filling time before joining colleagues for drinks after work and went for a drive to see if I could get a photo of my favourite restaurant from the far side of the marina. But there were no stopping places anywhere along the road, except for a bus bay. So I quickly pulled into it and jumped out of the car as quickly as I could to grab a few shots. I was just about to get back into the car when the sail shaped roof of the Artisans Market caught my eye, so I took this shot.
Now the funny bit.
I was about to drive away when I noticed a man running along the marina walkway towards me and I could see he was trying to catch my attention. I waited and even wound down the car window so he could talk to me. He asked what had I been taking a photo of but before I could answer said my name and then repeated it with my surname (in case I didn't believe him at first?) I was taken aback, half way through saying 'the boats' before acknowledging that yes I was me. I was thinking more along the lines of how the hell does this guy know my name than this guy knows me. Of course, he quickly said who he was and I couldn't believe that he had recognized me. He went to school with my children, was in my oldest daughter's class I think and I don't think I've seen him since they left school and that's more than 25 years ago.
I just had to ask why he wanted to know what I was taking photos of. And laughed when he said that truck parked on the grass verge in front of me was his and he thought I was a parking inspector taking photos as evidence of his illegal parking.
So, young Greg, here's the photo and not a truck in sight.