By W.R. Jones
I wanted to paint this intersection in plein air but when I found a spot I could paint from, the view was not what I liked. I only found the view from the center of the road of interest. This painting is deceiving in that it has no cars but there is a steady stream of them going through.
I got my camera, waited for a break in traffic and sprinted to the middle of the road. Ok, it wasn’t a sprint, but it felt like a pretty good clip. Brought the camera up to shoot but was so nervous about the oncoming car I jerked the shot then ran back to the side of the road. I looked at the result; blurry. Damn, I had to go back out there. Waited for the next opening and ran to the center; again I lost my nerve as I could see the approaching driver on the phone; jerked another shot, ran to the side of the road – blurry. Oh, Christ, I’ve got to go back.
I ran back out determined to get this right. Stood my ground, took a deep breath, counted to 1 and took the shot. I ran to the side of the road to check; good. Oh, no, I’m on the wrong side of the road, I’ve got to cross again to get to the car. I was in the middle of the game of Frogger.
When I made it to the car my nerves were seriously damaged. I could not drive home in this condition. I had a few pulls from my emergency flask then headed home.
I’ve got a new attorney, Ms. Gloria Allgreen, I chose her as I thought the name might influence the jury if they were politically correct tree huggers. She says I’m extremely lucky, those were her exact words, that I was only going about 1 MPH when I hit that old couple with white canes crossing the intersection. Apparently I nodded off an fell onto the emergency brake which slowed the car down from the 85 MPH I last remember seeing on the speedometer. I was going this fast trying to make it home before I fell asleep which often happens if I go a little heavy on the emergency flask.
Still, looking on the bright side of events, there are no cars driving through my little space here at county; I can relax a little.