Yesterday, I referred to this as a failed weekend, and there is more proof of that here. To refresh, I'm at the intersection of Green Ridge and Main in Scranton, doing light trails at dawn, on a late summer morning.
As I noted yesterday, I was on the same plane as the headlights and they were overwhelming. While a long and straight stretch of road was appealing, the location just didn't quite work.
I learn more from my failures than my successes, so I'll be back at it in the new year.