I had been watching this stretch of road for weeks, waiting for the light to be at the perfect angle. this road was just a couple miles from our home and I traveled it often on my way to town. It was not the direct route, but probably my favorite one. There was almost no travel and I could travel for miles without seeing another soul. Finally, 3 p.m. on Thanksgiving Day, the light was right. The tripod, cameras and the family got in the truck and headed out.