We know not what it did, save that it seemed to have its own room on the top floor of the building we were in a week ago. Dials labeled “upper radiation” and “gallons per minute” as well as myriad switches and knobs covered nearly its entirety. Whatever it did may be moot, but what it does still is make a hell of an impression.
A new location was accessed by Moribund and myself last weekend. More on that in future posts. Suffice it to say that (speaking for myself at least) I was left wanting in terms of quality shots. Plans are in order to return in a week’s time to delve deeper and hopefully find more photo fodder. Extremely low light was certainly an obstacle last weekend, though one I think I turned to my advantage with this shot.
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline/She wasn’t sayin’ nothin’, it was just a dream
The wind come silent through the windshield/All I could see was snow and sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was runnin’/I was runnin’ then I was flyin’
Highway 29 – Bruce Springsteen, 1995