Shadows on the infamous freeway fence.
I had some friends from Colorado out here a month or so ago. I’d never taken pictures of people who visited me in the cabin and I thought, “It’s time.” But it was 1:00 in the afternoon. I don’t know if that’s the reason – but the pictures felt like they could have been taken in a hotel room. In those photos, the cabin didn’t have a touch of the wonder you can feel when there’s shadows, or that kind of light you can’t create or fabricate.
In a certain light, even the freeway fence looks beautiful.
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