Hard to mess with perfect

I dont use the term perfect lightly. I save it up for times when Awesome or Wicked just wont do.

Such was the case as we were driving home from Rochester last weekend. The light was falling fast as we zoomed through the Amish fields between the Fingerlakes. One look over my shoulder as we made our last big turn homeward told me that we HAD to stop and catch the sunset before it vanished. I think we got it. Just perfect.