Deadwood in the Driveway
From inside one of the garages in the abandoned neighborhood at Boron Air Force Station and minimum security prison. Like some post-apocalyptic movie set, it’s a smashed and shot up, sun-blasted suburban tract, littered with fallen trees and telephone poles. That’s the prison dorms and church on the peak in the background. It took 107 seconds to lay down both direct and bounced light–red, turquoise and purple–inside the room and through the trees and bushes.
