My 60D has pretty much lived with me as I commute back and forth to work; yesterday was an exception as we recently got back from spending a (4) day weekend in Yosemite.
As I was driving home from work, a very large nasty storm was moving through the valley ahead of me; from behind at the critical golden hour the heavens parted laminating the most magnificent rainbow directly in my path that I have ever seen due to the stark contrast of the dark clouds.
All I could do is sit and drive in disgust at myself for not packing my camera; sure, I still got to witness the raw beauty of nature in its finest, but have no proof of it ever happening.


It's a lot easier to pat yourself on the back when ya do something right then to kick yourself in the ass when ya screw up. 


