I've always been tempted to take photos from the car, but it's generally a disappointing endeavor. Especially those that are taken out windows. You see something interesting, and by the time the camera is out and a shot is hastily taken, the moment has usually passed. Moments like that just pass more quickly (by 30-60 miles an hour) than moments on foot.

But today, the urge struck me again. I was driving home with the windows open, listening to Edward Herrmann's soothingly deep voice telling me all about the life of Einstein, the sky was surprisingly blue and there were these cheerful puffy clouds floating above me. It's been in the 90s and thickly humid for days, and some fat gray clouds and heavy rain this afternoon unexpectedly swept it all away and left us with this glorious mild day. And I was stuck in the car.

So despite my experience that taking photos out car windows is a waste of energy, I snapped away. And for once, the exercise actually captured what I was experiencing. They're not beautifully crafted photos, but they capture the feeling I had as I looked out the windows on my way home from work and was so much more interested in focusing on the sky than the road.