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    Visions of a Road Trip

    My Photo scholarship 2010 entry

    I was in Vegas. The Luxor Hotel was comparable to the steerage compartment of an early 1900’s steam ship. Chewed gum welcomed a wandering finger under the nightstand at the bedside. The shower soap, pre-littered with an abundance of ambiguous body hair. Friends would gamble, drink and party. I needed a soul search. I found a ride-share via Craigslist. After an emotionally and physically trying road trip, I found myself at the shores of Mission Beach, California. I was greeted by friends and peers. I smelled salt water in the cool night with stale beer. They piled out of a 1992 Corsica and hit the bar. I pulled my tripod out of the trunk and pressed myself against the sidewalk. Noticing an archway with some accompanied palm trees, I saw a brilliant and consuming sky. I sighed. I breathed heavy. I set my shutter speed. 30 seconds. I opened my shutter.

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    I was in Vegas. The Luxor Hotel was comparable to the steerage compartment of an early 1900’s steam ship. Chewed gum welcomed a wandering finger under the nightstand at the bedside. The shower soap, pre-littered with an abundance of ambiguous body hair. Friends would gamble, drink and party. I needed a soul search. I found a ride-share via Craigslist. After an emotionally and physically trying road trip, I found myself at the shores of Mission Beach, California. I was greeted by friends and peers. I smelled salt water in the cool night with stale beer. They piled out of a 1992 Corsica and hit the bar. I pulled my tripod out of the trunk and pressed myself against the sidewalk. Noticing an archway with some accompanied palm trees, I saw a brilliant and consuming sky. I sighed. I breathed heavy. I set my shutter speed. 30 seconds. I opened my shutter.


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