Roadside Attraction

To the guy in the Mustang who slowed down until I waved him on, showing him that I was okay.

To the woman who rolled down her window and asked if I needed her to call anyone.

To the others who reduced their speed until they saw what I was doing, and continued on their way.

Thanks for your concern.

My car was working just fine. I was not in distress.

It's comforting to know that there are so many good people along that darkened stretch of road, willing to lend a helping hand.

But it was just me, my camera, and my tripod, illuminated only by the rising moon, the lights on the four towers, and the lights of the passing cars. I stopped to take a photo, unaware that I would become a roadside attraction.