’69 Cadillac, from a dank low spot in the junkyard. Hard set up with the fisheye backed into a corner, but happy when the police chopper buzzed through. Night, deep shade, with lime and blue flashlight. And a kiss of red too.
’69 Cadillac, from a dank low spot in the junkyard. Hard set up with the fisheye backed into a corner, but happy when the police chopper buzzed through. Night, deep shade, with lime and blue flashlight. And a kiss of red too.