of traveling with a dog, is that she can’t hold the wheel for a while so that I can take pictures. And so far, the eastern highways are not conducive to just pulling over to take a shot. The Shenandoah mountains, the rolling hills of West Virginia, the stunningly beautifully groomed farms of Kentucky, all undocumented.
But a stroke of luck in St. Louis! A traffic jam. Full stop. It’s not much, but at least it “captures the moment,” as Kodak and my students would have it.