I shot my feature photo as we were heading north out of Austin, Texas. The reason I took it is because these overpasses always remind me of my Dad. Dad spent a large part of his life building roads in our rural community. In fact, he built most of the first rural roads in the area. When we’d take him and Mom on vacations, Dad would always marvel at the overpasses and the road construction projects.

On one vacation, we deliberately took Mom and Dad through Chicago at rush hour just to give them that experience. They were from a small town of 500 people, so we decided to show them how folks in the big cities commute to and from work. Dad, who was in the front seat with hubs, was quiet for a very long time as we did stop and go in the 14 lanes of traffic. Finally, as he looked back and forth at all of the traffic, Dad said, “If I lived in this God-forsaken city, this is the only time of day I’d drive!”

When travelling in the motorhome, I have a love/hate relationship with the front windshield. I love it because it gives a beautifully tall and wide range for “on the way by” photos. I hate it because it’s a massive bug magnet.

Hubs is very good at getting that big windshield sparkling clean for me at every fuel stop, but bugs don’t care about that. Within a few minutes of being back on the road, there they are again, committing suicide on our windshield and making me crazy.

Enter the Touch Retouch app. This is my most used post-processing app next to Snapseed.

The original of my feature photo had several bug smears which distracted from the photo. With one of the settings in Touch Retouch, all I have to do is tap on each bug smear, and the app magically removes it without altering the part of the image that the smear is covering. Don’t you just love technology sometimes?

I also chose to render the original in black and white because (to me anyways), it seems to emphasize more of the feeling I was trying to capture.

Photography has no rules, it is not a sport. It is the result which counts, no matter how it is achieved.”

Bill Brandt