443-seconds of full moon and stars, under the hopper at an abandoned mine complex, late at night, somewhere on the back of the Sierras. Lots of color from lots of angles from the Protomachines flashlight too.
The Milford Express
Late night semi trucks stream by a quiet abandoned spot on US 395, north of Reno. 142-seconds of full moon at 2:26AM. Late and tired, I was mooching off my pal Riki’s lighting while he shot the pumps, I just set up off to the left, sat back and put my feet up.
The Hopper and the Sink
Loading area at an abandoned mine complex on the Eastern slope of the Sierra Nevada. 252-seconds of full moon and natural LED flashlight. There’s more light than you might think here. Most of the frame would be completely black without the flashlight.
The Midway
Late at night on the road, halfway beween Reno and Susanville. 83-seconds of full moon with green and white Protomachines flashlight.
Silver Haze
I’d think you’d normally be able to see for 50 miles out here by Honey Lake. This summer it’s like Fontana on a bad day. Full moon for 250-seconds, with a little LED flashlight.
The Point
A favorite detail in the scene from yesterday’s post. 115-second full moon exposure with blue and red Protomachine flashlight.
Smoke and Rafters
Back from a couple nights of shooting a buncha lapsed spaces, this time in the Northern Sierras, including this abandoned and partially torn down mill complex along the Feather River. With all the NorCal fires this summer, visibility was limited and the quality of light was strange and moody all weekend. Night, 258-seconds of full […]
Sun South Air
Aviation Warehouse movie prop junk. Night, 128 seconds of full moon with red, blue, purple and white from the Protomachines flashlight.
The Flying Crocodile
The double-bubble cockpit of a Russian Mi-24 HIND assault helicopter, decommissioned to movie prop duty, at Aviation Warehouse. Night, full moon with green, white, red and purple flashlight.
Boneyard Luchador
More airliner junk at Aviation Warehouse. The chin of the tripod was resting on the bottom of the doorsill, just barely low enough to squeeze the Joshua Tree into the arch. The wrestling mask spotlighted on the box is a random water stain/weathering on there. Some people see Jesus in grilled cheese sandwiches, I guess […]
