“Now what would they do if I just sailed away
Who the hell really compelled me to leave today
Runnin’ low on stories of what made it a ball
What would they do if I made no landfall
I lived half my life in an eight by five room
Just crusin’ to the sound of the big diesel boom
It’s not close quarters that would make me snap
It’s just dealing with the daily unadulterated crap
Sail away, for a month at a time
Sail away, I’ve got to restart my mind
And you’ll find me back at it again”
© 1977 Jimmy Buffett/EMI Music Company
Ever feel that way? Me too. Especially that last line. Before the chorus. Especially when every place starts looking the same. Here. There. Everywhere. Luckily, I’m out of that shooting funk. Or, maybe that’s not so lucky. Right now. It’s always something. Right?
The picture. Out the windshield again. Luckily, I wasn’t driving. The rest is pretty simple. F5.6 and push the button. Shoot into the light. Not with the light at my back. As they tell you to do.