Red Pallets Zipping Down the Highway. Sounds like a good title for something, don't you think?
Yesterday morning, I saw a rig loaded with red pallets zipping past us at the traffic light. It was a poem in movement. "There goes a picture," I said to the Husband. "Too bad I didn't have my camera out."
"That truck with the red thingies on them."
"Those are pallets. What makes that a picture?"
"Because they're red. How often do you see fire-red pallets? And, a lot of them piled high on the back of a truck?"
About seven minutes later, the Husband said, "We're coming up to the red pallets."
I fumbled for my purse, hoping the traffic lights up ahead would stay red. I got the camera out. The lights turned green. I rolled down my window. The husband pulled into the left lane to get around the truck. I focused the camera.
Oh well. I got a little bit of the red pallets, at least.