1978 | Borrego Springs, Eastbound on CA-78
I’ve been keeping this old transparency around for forty-four years. I haven’t held onto too many of these, but when I found it again today, I thought it would be good to give it another chance. I remember pulling over, and seeing the light going as soon as I set the handbrake, but I wandered around in the feeling of the time in that space, making a resigned, quiet effort.
What I feel today is that I seem to have gotten a good picture — one that crystallizes not the scene, but the experience of seeing it.