John Michael Swartz

11/26/2024 (jump to writing)

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Mom and I left 6:30 AM from Paradise Hills to drive to Henderson, NV. It's a trip I photographed before when my dad was still alive. The light, clouds, landscape were all very poignant this time around (and I may be editorializing a bit to bring out a gothic mood, maybe an inside-out pseudo narrative).

Taking landscapes from a moving car is a tough but interesting proposition. I can enjoy it once I figure out how to incorporate and embrace the technical challenges normally considered to be deficiencies.