Montana ain’t got nothin’ on this.
As part of an ongoing project to capture images of local … captivations, I’ve recently spent some time roughly north of where I am now, but not by much. I think we’ll start with this one.
That vast expanse of blue is what you might call “copy space”. The sky was really cooperating that day; it kept things interesting and textural near the ground in the form of puffy clouds, and yet managed to remain clear and turquoise higher up.
Also passed by a location known as Red Lake. Want to guess how it got that name?
This was a dried out lakebed thirty years ago, and oddly enough, very little has changed. It’s a bizarre environment, the soil very hard and feeling quite a lot like old, crumbly concrete, and there are dust devils that spiral across its surface in a line, almost a formation march. It’s hot, and absolutely desiccated, and otherworldly.
One of the things pointed out by the production team of the movie Lawrence of Arabia was that, apparently, before that film was done no one had ever actually photographed a mirage. Ain’t no big trick to it, son. Just find your mirage, focus, compose and shoot.
This, located near the General Store outside of Hackberry,* was no mirage, just an interesting demi-restored jalopy inside a garage that seemed to have just the right blend of colors and textures to catch my eye. I like the tin roof especially.
All these images are close to what came off the chip, though I had to up the contrast a little and do the usual enhancements in LAB to strengthen the subtler shades.
* Yes, Hackberry. Not to be confused with Mayberry. I believe Hackberry is mostly a gravel-quarry site now, but its general store is … well, it’s actually more famous for being famous, I suppose, but if you ever find yourself on that spur of Route 66, it’s worth stopping in.
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