Pure Luck

On the drive out to my parents' house, there are a few views that make me catch my breath every time. This bridge is one of them.This bridge haunts my dreams. I have fantasies about capturing it at different times of the day, different times of the year. I just really love the bridge. It speaks to me, or whatever you want to call it.
Now, the reality of the matter is 1) I'm not as great of an artist as my mind's eye is; 2) When I'm going to/coming from my parents' house, the lighting is almost always wrong (since I'm almost always going around midday or after dark; 3) When I'm going to/coming from my parents' house, I have two kids in the car who aren't all that interested in hanging out in the car while I walk down the side of a busy 2 lane highway to take pictures (not that I would leave my kids even if they would be okay with that); 4) The air quality is almost always not good in this particular little valley; and 5) Did I mention I'm not as great of an artist as I imagine in my own head?
Anyhow, on this particular day in November, I had gotten a fairly early start out to my parents' (since it was a weekend, we didn't have to wait for Mase to get out of school). Also, my husband was with me. Also, the valley was completely clear. The water was still. The light was beautiful. And, most importantly, I had brought my camera. It was serendipity (I always want to use that word, but I'm pretty sure I never have before! Hooray!). Pure luck.
And I am so, so proud of and so, so grateful for that beautiful shot that comes very close to replicating the amazing portrait I've had in my imagination for a long time now. Content. :)