1995 | Towne Pass
When the sun gets low, it’s time to pull over, even homeward-bound at the end of a productive day. This spot offered generous room off the pavement and a little berm to gain a few extra vertical feet above the always-pesky foreground. Gaining a good view west from there, nothing in particular sparked my curiosity, but then I turned my habitual 180 degrees and landed this one.
In my experience, if I’m on the right axis, and the picture is not in front of me, it’s sneaking up on me from behind.