One of my basic qualifications for friendship is that you'll pull over when I want to take a picture. My sister says I should bring one of those stickers that they put on the mail-truck for whoever has the pleasure (burden?) of driving me : "caution, this vehicle makes frequent stops"
A few weekends ago, my friends and I took a day-cation along the Columbia River Gorge during the "golden hour" (the first and last hour of sun in the day) and the terraces were beyond beautiful. I started squealing over the warm light from the backseat and Logan - being the good friend that he is - parked so I could take a few pictures.
We heard a rumor there was a zebra farm nearby. Yep ... zebras. In Oregon. I was as incredulous as you are. But wouldn't ya know, just down the winding road, we spotted them. Out in the pasture, enjoying the last rays of sun for the day - just like we were.
[(photos) on film with Minolta SRT-201]