I haven't photographed a car junkyard since 2015. They really are fantastic places to be in the middle of the night, beneath a full moon.
I definitely would love to be back shooting in one sometime in 2017. (I guess that's my first new year's resolution.)
In a past life, she got someone where they needed to go.
She played tunes on her radio, that someone sang along to.
She drank more gasoline than the owner expected.
She broke someone's heart when she was sold.
She lives on in the memories.
(Night. 120 seconds. Full moon covered in clouds. Lit with Streamlight Stinger flashlight.)
The sky opened and the clouds lit up right as we pulled in to this Southern California desert junkyard. I'm not sure if I have ever sprinted so quickly through sand.
Light painting cars in the middle of the night is one of my favorite things.
Here in my heart,
crimson laced,
crescendos a melody line.
Rises, then falls,
increasing again,
like a tide fighting the moon.
