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Dude, get the hell out of my shot!
How I once again found my love for photography.
While speeding through the Panhandle of Texas on my yearly visit to Dad’s, I always see on my right, off in the distance, Cadillac Ranch; where in the middle of a farmer’s field there are ten graffitied Cadillacs planted nose first in the dirt, with fins pointing to the clouds, like an alter to some long lost God of automotive technology. And every year I drive right past the exit and swear to myself that next year I’ll stop.
This year, as I was again driving past the exit and again swearing to myself that next year I will definitely stop to finally take the photos that I’ve been dreaming of (and avoiding) for the past so many years, I made a vacuous decision and brazenly swerved across two lanes of traffic, barely making the exit at seventy-five miles per hour. A hard brake, a cloud of dust, a right turn onto the frontage road, and I was on my way to fulfill a photographic fantasy ten years in the making.
My heart was racing and I was actually excited as I pulled up to the gate, and directly in front of me; I saw the sight that had been silently taunting me as I always sped past. There it was! Cadillac Ranch! I was finally going to capture and preserve it forever with my camera.
