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I thought that if I waited, the cotton might be picked before I got back. And so it turned into a race, to see if I could get the shot before the sun went down. As described by my passenger, that quest may have involved an unauthorized u-turn, hazard lights, and a car parked precarious angle on the shoulder of the road. But, we both got the shot.

I clicked and then stopped to really soak it in; the beauty of this life takes my breath away.