Scenes from Old Albemarle.
My friend Mark Bryan was nice enough to drive me around or walk with me for about 5 hours this morning, starting at 7am, so I could take pictures and we could explore "old shit". This is some stuff that came out of it. First you should know that it was like walking through a sauna - the air was so saturated that I was wiping my lens off constantly, and the city had an underlying tinge of sweaty footlocker odor. Second, for myself, I realized that I am entirely comfortable taking pictures of nature, but anything human or human-made...not so much.
My friend Mark Bryan was nice enough to drive me around or walk with me for about 5 hours this morning, starting at 7am, so I could take pictures and we could explore "old shit". This is some stuff that came out of it. First you should know that it was like walking through a sauna - the air was so saturated that I was wiping my lens off constantly, and the city had an underlying tinge of sweaty footlocker odor. Second, for myself, I realized that I am entirely comfortable taking pictures of nature, but anything human or human-made...not so much.