The oil it bled when it was put down made the foolish mechanic/scrapyard attendant question his role in the reality his two feet were planted in. Thank god for his special socks as they saved his toes from oxidizing in the harsh setting.
Aircraft Boneyard. Tucson, Az. December 17’
Canon 1v, 17-35L, FP4 @ 125
How hard did you have to think about it. Was it there before?, and would you be able to retain your mental stability if you woke up tomorrow as a rock in the center of the mountain?
Ten Ew Mnt. Quartzite, Az. January 18’
Canon 1v, 17-35L, Ektar 100
There was beauty in what was destroyed that day… a type of trite, meaningless, and pandering strain of beauty like the kind that is over talked and exclaimed in a desperate way to stay relevant. Don’t forget about me.
Ten Ew Mnt. Quartzite, Az. January 18’
Canon 1v, 17-35L, Ektar 100
The life event went exactly as planned and not a single thing was left undone said the informant with the incredulous smirk about them.
Ten Ew Mnt. Quartzite, Az. January 18’
Canon 1v, 17-35L, Ektar 100
Everything about the environment plead to the tune of inhospitable, but just like you it secretly yearned for someone to be inside of them…
Ten Ew Mnt. Quartzite, Az. January 18’
Canon 1v, 17-35L, Ektar 100
The scenic atmosphere tugged on your beliefs, you knew it all didn’t exist, but something in the textures made it appear like it yearned to be real.
Ten Ew Mnt. Quartzite, Az. January 18’
Canon 1v, 17-35L, Ektar 100