Futile

How hard can it be to snap a picture of a big a**, presumably slow-moving, blimp...

out of the big, broad, presumably wide-open, sky...

while driving, presumably slow'ish, down this such untraveled street while hanging a long, presumably capable, arm out the sunroof?

It's hard, Reader.  Very hard.  This is the same street on which previously posted hawk siting was an indisputable photographic miss.  But this...THIS was a freakin' blimp.  Blogger/unskilled in the most photographer even turned down a side street to actually bring vehicle to a stop to snap picture.  CA Edison man in his big overbearing truck thwarted that attempt.  By the time Blogger had feet on ground and eyes to sky, the blimp was gone, as if by magic, as if it had never been.  How does a blimp simply disappear from an endless expanse of clear blue sky? 

Look, it's not as if this Blogger doesn't have a history with blimps, specifically the Goodyear variety.  That's why yesterday's sighting was of particular note.  It was NOT the Goodyear blimp.  Repeat: it was NOT the Goodyear blimp.  Who knew the Southbay sky was open territory for other blimps?  Well, this was no "other" blimp.  This was the Farmer's Insurance blimp.  Having just read that they bid the highest bid of all times, $700M, to put a name on a sports stadium (the anticipated AEG football stadium slated for downtown Los Angeles), it made sense, in an elusive zephyr sort of way.

[Sigh.]  There are train chasers.  Fair to assume there are blimp chasers.  Sadly, how does one fail at blimp chasing?  It's practically impossible.

Life sometimes can be futile.

Futile: –adjective

  incapable of producing any result; ineffective; useless; not successful