Random Notes: …that was a relatively long drive…photos somewhat mimic the plot in a horror movie, pass by the quaint small town, come across the looming power plant and fade into the infrared shots at a covered bridge, a la Tales from the Darkside. One of the images also suffers from file corruption (a fitting transition into the false colour world), which is somewhat rare these days. Either a file is totally unreadable or it gets the jumbled banding of colors like an Atari game. Again, sometimes a tool inspires the art, sometimes it’s the other way around. Can’t deny the gear makes the final tangible product, but showing up and being there is still the most important part. What produces the image is not a particular brand or lens, but the motivation to actually leave the house and go do something, anything.
