My dad and I are always finding adventures to go on, especially in small forgotten towns that hold fun secrets. Behind us was the largest ball of twine, but in front was this 1930's gas station converted into a motel.
This was not shot I had planned on taking, but something about the way my friends were standing in the field and the wind blowing in their hair reminded me of the grass and how they were just like pieces standing tall waving in the wind.
Large format photography takes a lot of concentration and accounting for many things all at once and a simple mistake can either cost you or create a happy accident, like this one. I had forgotten to turn over the film holder for the second photo…