Road Trip, 1975.

Well, not really. “Road Trip, 2018” just didn’t do much for me as a title. 

Currently listening to: Joe Blues, by The Moving Sidewalks.

Took a ride to the top of Mt. Diablo. All 3,848’. Not sure if that’s that high, but it felt like it at times. Mt. Diablo looms large for those of us in the East Bay. I see it daily as I pull out of my parking spot. It disappears into the morning fog often, and stands tall in fading golden hour light during the commute home.

Fittingly, I drove it in terrible midday light. It didn’t serve the photos very well. The ride itself was beautiful though, and deserves to be completed a few times to really remember it right. I decided to have some fun with the shots, and dial in a 70s film effect in post. Despite it being a bit of a joke to put this effect on the photos, I like them much more now, and the effect aids the story the set tells. I’d like to reshoot all of them from inside an older car from somewhere between the 50s-70s, and include more details of the car - the steering wheel, instrument cluster, passenger’s feet on the dash, etc. I’ll add this to the growing list of projects.

All shots taken with Canon 5D MkIII and 24-70 2.8L, on manual. ISO 100, F/14, and around 1/250th. Most of them are shot through a dirty windshield.

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