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Nice Ride!

Macro Challenge #3

By Tineke Ziemer

November 21^st, 2019

start your engines

Today's challenge was to capture close up details of our vehicle. I chose our rusty ol' Ford Focus because I knew it would have lots of interesting texture.

When I look under the hood of a car, this is all I see... a bunch of who-knows-what!

zero to sixty

I ended up scrunching into the front seat to capture images of the dashboard. The tripod had one leg on the ground, one on the floor of the car and one on the seat. Kind of like trying to balance life right now.

I was fascinated by how all of the dash symbols were talking to ME about my life!

Zero to Sixty is how I have lived most of my life, but I'm getting old and tired, like this worn out Ford Focus of ours. It takes me a little longer and I need a little coaxing to get up to sixty these days. haha. I'm learning how to slow down and enjoy the ride. (sorta!)

open shut

I consider myself an open book, say-it-like-it-is kinda person. But as I grow up, I'm learning that there are times to open the door wide and times to keep it shut tight. Discernment comes with wisdom.

And as someone who has locked the keys in this very car more times than I can count, I have to say, I have a certain love/hate relationship with this button!

running on empty

I woke up tired, emotional, and run down. I gave myself a long list of goals to accomplish this fall and I am pushing myself hard to achieve them. My gas tank is running on empty, but just like my trusty Focus, I can keep going for a long time even once I get low. It's all about coasting down the hills.

Which reminds me of one time when I took my friend Sherrylynn out to Wells for an evening of photography. I told myself "DO NOT forget to fill up with gas before you leave town! There's barely anything in the tank!"

In true Tineke fashion, I picked up SG and away we went, all the way out to Wells without gassing up. No problem, I told myself once I realized my error. I'll fill up in Wells. Except that by the time we finished our photos and were ready to leave, nothing was open. So there we were, a good hour from home and my gas tank was now REALLY on empty. I literally coasted the whole way home on a wing and a prayer, scaring the living crap out of SG a few times because I didn't want to apply the brakes and lose precious momentum. We rolled into the gas station in Quesnel still going strong.

It's been a good car, and it might be "just a vehicle," but I consider it part of my journey. And if it can keep going an extra 75 clicks on empty, I know I can too.