Okay. Except that this sweet, sweet ride is angled in the wrong direction to include any snow-clad mountains out through where the windshield was, and shooting through a door window (either or any of them, whether that be the driver-side front or the back seat suicide rear) just wouldn't be quite as impactful. So far as the instrument panel goes, there's not much left. The stereo, the on-dash computer system, all the digital gauges, heck, even the tilt steering wheel and the cruise control actuator got purloined quite some time ago. And besides, the interior was filled to the gills with tumbleweeds and (maybe, laying in wait beneath the pointy, scratchy husks of the Russian Thistle, a rattlesnake or some bleached white finger bones/kneecaps/or a skull) crashing around in that stuff outside the ride was bad enough.

....so here's as much as I can offer to quench your curiosity, Alberio:

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What? You're not a fan of the moon roof option in your pleasure vehicles? Egads!

Your existential need(s) is [are] my command pleasure, Cheepf.

But I refuse to remove the bullet holes that someone has so artfully placed!!! To do so would shoot me down to the searing, brimstone-encrusted hellhole(s) of 'PP geekness'. Or maybe, somewhere even worse.

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....or, more accurately, what once had been a vehicle which is in a place where there factually isn't a road.

Please pardon the somewhat repetitious 'walk-around' views. Ordinarily I find instances of 'indecision' like this to be either the mark of a lack of confidence, or alternately, to simply be banal. That is, of course, when it's exhibited by anyone other than moi.

I do have several other 'walk-around' angles and/or views (and even some macro close-ups!!!) of the self-same subject though, so if perhaps there's someone who harbors a deep-seated, existential need to see them.... oh, I dunno....... I suppose I could be convinced.

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The most 'valuable'? Those several that gave me some insight into the "Pep Ventosa" --and others who do similar shooting/processing things, but with fewer images and happen not to be full 'walk-arounds'-- manner of shooting and processing. Over time, there's doubtless been other OohToob videos that've provided me (photographically speaking) with a nudge toward something I hadn't already tried or had never thought to consider, but whatever those might be are few and far between.

Can't, however, think of a single YouTube video that's ever saved me money. Saved me time? Absolutely! But those --all vehicle related fixes or mods or whatever I ultimately did myself)-- that did that had nothing whatsoever to do with anything remotely photographic. Unless I include the access that YT has provided --now that the Computerocene Era has dawned here in Ooh-Toobistan -- to download and convert --for free-- virtually any piece of music that's ever been recorded. One needs good tunes downloaded onto the MP3 player in one's vehicle, after all, and accessing it free (okay, maybe not entirely 'free' since I do pay for Internet access...) is more than worth the price of admission.

thankewthankewthankew, Linda. Ok if I post some.... er.... spicey shots of squirrels??? Or will somebody demand they get put in the 'Nekkid Squirrel/Boudoir' sub-section of Hog-d'-vilia?

One has to be ever vigilant, don'tcha know.

Thanx, NikonGal. But no, no more of this sort of stuff from me. Only squirrels. Many squirrels. Many confused squirrels. Day after day after day after...........

*Production Assistant* holds up APPLAUD NOW sign. Squirrels scatter. Smelly 'squirrel texture' is left underfoot in their panic and haste.

How many pieces, Joe?

Care for a piece right now? I'd be glad to send you a leftover piece of squirrel tail. Makes for a GREAT squirrel tail soup if you have a good recipe.

Thanks, Don.

That said, shall I tell you the tale of the blind squirrel who NEVER found an acorn? It's a time-worn tale of terror --and not to ruin the tail's denouement, the tail becomes a 'part' as a result of a hongry coyote-- told 'round the campfires here in Ootah. It's told partly to keep the kiddos in line, and partly because nobody in Ootah has a furnace or a heater or anything much more than a campfire to keep themselves warm at night. And if you wake up in the middle of a cold winter's night and gotta PP, you DO NOT want any squirrels underfoot.

Teh strange part is, noble Curmudgeon, is that none of what I posted is outside anyone's limits. Well, noone who isn't an unworldly squirrel, anyhow.

... have you still got the cage keys amply squirreled out of sight?

I don't believe you, Ellen. Because I know for a FACK you understand why where an image gets posted makes an earthshaking amount of difference. Not only that, but the very FACK that you were able to write what you wrote without ONCE having confused any squirrels (be they regular squirrels or be they the transcendent and utterly unearthly squirrels found only here in Ootah) clearly belies the FACK that you understand more than you deign to admit.

Yeah, sometimes is doesn't, does it.

So consequently, dustinatious one, I've re-evaluated my (so-called) fotogrifity (as well as other aspects of my life, but that's for some other post/reply, not for this one) and shall henceforth confine my efforts at confusion-making to The Gallery. And will post only pics of confused squirrels.

And usher in a new age of World Piece by so doing.

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Whatever. Sorry to have caused any confusion.