At the racetrack I spent some time at this past weekend (and practiced my panning), there happened to be some sheep. It was one of those odd confluences that you really can't wrap your head around. Racetrack + sheep = ?
So I decided to just let it be. Sheep are where they are. I believe this is an undisputed fact. Racetracks pretty much are where they are as well, although because of the high speeds some relativity, and therefore time travel (this is what sci fi movies have led me to believe relativity is, please don't disabuse me - I'm fond of the notion) might come into play.
Plus space travel. Cars, if not racetracks, are good at traveling through space. Or at least pretty good. Anyway. Sheep. Back to the sheep.
They were there. At the racetrack. Eating some grass. So I took a picture. What else do I do?