Halloween on Sand Mountain

Last night, long exposure… the dune hill is 600 feet high… (click to enlarge)

Hey, sorry for the long silence. I’ve been offline at a Halloween lunacy at Sand Mountain, Nevada, where I got some of my best landscape images, bar none. The dunes at sundown are unreal in their transitions from light to shadow. I have so many beauts that I can’t make up my mind which are Selects. Color, accentuated or not, or black and white, they are all amazing.

I ran across the Halloween Festival completely by accident and immediately ran into a cool guy (Angelo) who spirited me all over with his ATV and I was breathless with the variations in light and shadow. I’ll make a slide show and post it on Youtube. Give me a few days.

I have so many beauts like this I can’t decide… this isn’t the best!

I’m on ‘The Loneliest Road in America’ (sic) headed for ‘The Rough Ride of Route 93’ (article title from a 1992 issue of National Geographic). There were a couple dishonest photos in the article, which I’m writing about in my book. One of them is an interior of a brothel at Ely (Nevada) and my present mission is to find that brothel and prove that the photo is manipulated, which Nat Geo claims it never does.

This may sound ridiculous (especially since I’m not into prostitutes) but it’s the way I am. Dishonesty on any level…. etc. Plus it should be fun.

Love the flags. I could do a slide show just on the flags!

I’m really working hard on this book; if you haven’t heard, the title is The Art of the Boondock; A Photographic Journey. Another and no doubt my last memoir. Photo-driven! I’ve written 30,000 words so far and will be excerpting from my other two memoirs, chunks that I have good or really good photos to go with.

Angelo, my ride.

And yes, a lot of stuff happening on the world stage. One thing: I don’t know how this Musk/Twitter thing is going to play out, given that Musk is a fraud from the ground up. Something really odd is definitely afoot with that.

I’m parked at a place called Cold Springs, off Hwy 50, still The Loneliest Road, although I’ve had all kinds of fun so far. Have to get back on the road to the Ely brothel so I have to make this short.

More to come and if you want to blab in comments I’d love to hear what you think of this Musk/Twitter extravaganza.

The Halloween parade last night. Scary babe…

Allan

By the way, if you are curious about the origins of ‘Halloween’, Randall Carlson does a great job here.

Part of the history of it is that we are about to cross the Taurid meteor stream, which usually gives us a cool show but a big one exploded in 1908 over Tunguska, Russia and raised some hell for a lot of trees.