Another of those touchstone places where I always seem to stop every few years and make pictures, my first night shoot at Barstow’s long-bypassed Dixie Inn was 19 years ago. This was last week’s full moon, from the crumbling gas station next door. Yeah, the pig farm across the street still stinks and the now old dog still barks, but there are almost no cars driving by anymore. It took 3:31 to walk around and lay the red, green and purple light down.
