ometimes, I can tell you everything about making a picture. You know, the how, what, why, when and who of it?
But, not this picture.
I know where it is located in my archives. But, it doesn’t fit with the rest of the take. My big goal during the lockdown was working on my archives. Some got done. Most didn’t.
To tell the truth, I have no idea where this picture belongs. But, I like it. It brings back feelings of traveling and memories of driving all night and finally stopping for breakfast in some little town.
I’m sure many of you have done that too. You walk into a place like this and your body is still all jangly from the wheels on the road. You look at the menu and the type swims before your eyes.
You give up. You order the old standby. 10,000 eggs over easy. A hunnert pieces of bacon. Five pounds of has browned potatoes and toast, or biscuits if you re in the south.
Oh, and coffee. About five gallons of strong black coffee that leaves you with a stomach ache.
You leave the way you came in. Instead of swaggering you roll.
And, on the road you go.
aking this picture was easy. It was sitting there staring at me.
I raised my camera to my eye and snapped away. The counter person asked why I took it. I said that I liked the scene. She walked away shaking her head.
I ate, paid the bill and left.
All of that is great. But, I have no idea where I took the picture. I’m pretty sure it was in the West. That’s all I can tell you.
I’m mostly just wondering what the hell Numi Tea is supposed to be.
The post production is minimal. I darkened it and added contrast and all that color popped out.
Oh yeah. For those of you who just love the block system, he said with an evil gleam in his eye, WordPress sent me an email. They improved it.