I've already got poison ivy from a mowing mishap, so I wasn't about to wander into a dark, weedy field in my shorts to get a photo of that Humvee-style army truck I've been plotting to shoot at sunrise. The day will come when I'm in jeans and boots and am willing to risk nothing more serious than stepping on a snake or twisting my ankle to get the shot.
The fire truck here's in the same field and I was able to take it from the road; I don't know the story behind it, but I'll bet someone in Ray County does. It appears to be a fire tank truck (the lettering Truck 6 is visible in one photo) and it makes an interesting enough silhouette when framed by willowy weeds and the orange sky.
Anyway, the flash produced the photo where the weeds are greener and the truck's fire-engine red. I didn't plan this, so I believe the result can be described as serendipity or fortuitousness. Dumb luck works fine, too.
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