Our first stop was along a colorful stretch of Highway 182, which leads from the little town of Bridgeport, California into Nevada. This was the place to warm up, even as threatening skies – and a few drops of rain – threatened to cool off the proceeding.
I like the white and yellow lines on the road that lead into the picture. A photograph of a road, after all, can be a metaphor for our lives, for the journeys well all make, from one end of life to the other.
Even though the overcast sky was dark, compared to the sky on a sunny day, it was still much, much brighter than the landscape. Rather than combine the sky above with the land below, by making multiple images to work with in the computer, I simply cut the sky out of the photograph by tilting my camera down.