Bright and shiny like a molten golden coin, the morning sun rises from the cool sea. Remnants of a long ago volcano brightened by the rising sun and cooled by the oceans lapping waves.
Roadside cabin called to me as I drove by…I circled back as an afterthought. I needed to see through its eyes, with my own eyes.
Out on the edge of a desert, this visage rose from the dust. I have been driving for hours and this appeared as if a mirage.
I am drawn to vintage signs with neon. I imagine this sign lighting up the night as a beacon to weary travelers who have driven into the desert to emerge here…like moths to a flame…only hopefully not as tragic.
The journey began in a seaside community and ended here at a roadside filling station or so it seemed. A clever business man turned mechanic purchased this little corner station to be a safe haven for wayward vintage vehicles in need of TLC. The mechanic was kind enough to allow me to take advantage of the reflection in the dusty chrome of this beautiful vette.
First light glowing behind a lone Joshua Tree. This just after a pack of coyotes did their best to welcome me with howls of delight at the lone traveler taking photos roadsie in the wee hours of morning.
One might well imagine how distracting it is to find everything as an inspiration. I do my best to stem my near constant impulse to photograph everything I see…at least the images that really catch my eye. In this particular instance I was in the process of welding a sculpture and was taken with the color and composition of this image…it had to be documented and so it was.