About forty-five minutes ago, 7:00 local time, the conditions were just what I wanted. This sort of resembles the framing of the 7x17" b&w shots. The owner told me that while it's been closed for a while he hopes to have The Comanche open again in a few weeks. The town, elevation just under 8,000 feet, is a tourist center, which is one of the few things you can count on to keep a drive-in theater in operation.
From Green River, Utah, where the Motel 6 WiFi didn't work. I'm checking in from a restaurant before heading east. Lots of pictures to catch up with but it's too awkward to work on blog posts here so maybe I'll catch things up this evening. Nearing the end of the DI theaters with three in Colorado that I hope to find in their mountain settings without interference from the wildfires. Smoke was filling the sky at one of the theaters I shot yesterday with large fires right nearby. Spectacular drive through the mountains and then the badlands to get to Green River yesterday. Hope to get in some "other" subject shooting on today's drive.
Or, irrigating into the wind. The wind is as fierce out here as it is in Kansas, although there's also something worth looking at while dealing with it. After well over 400 miles on mostly secondary roads today, my arms are tired from the absolutely constant steering needed to stay in a lane.
I wonder if the thing is a rental? Probably not, come to think of it. Though there are a lot of them out here, with drivers who haven't a clue. As ridiculous as RVs and campers and trailers are (unless you are actually going to live in one half the year) five weeks of dealing with motels is making me see why people are tempted to go there.
Milton-Freewater, Oregon (no, I'm not kidding about the town's name)
Slow posting here at the moment (the blog is not my top priority on this trip after all) but here's my last shot from a couple hours ago, of a theater at the extreme northeast corner of Oregon. The past two days have been productive and interesting but too long. I'll do a catch-up post in the morning.
After some of the other places I've been recently, I thought the temperature leaving the motel a little after seven this morning was delightful. Actually, I stopped just a few minutes later to make some pictures under interesting overcast light in the sister city of North Bend, and actually got cold walking around without a jacket.
If you've ever read Larry Niven's speculative fiction imaginings about how sunflowers might be in another world, this could be scary. Now I know where he got the idea of the Ringworld Sunflowers. Right here.
How could anyone except a politician be responsible for running gigantic farms growing water-intensive crops in a goddam desert, supported by Federal Government water projects, screwing up the great rivers. Projects from nearly a century ago providing all the water.
After all, what could be wrong with this picture? An open canal in the desert where we're harvesting winter wheat, and at ten in the morning it's pushing 90 degrees on the 17th of June. By mid-afternoon it was 113°.
It's as bad as growing iceberg lettuce in the Imperal Valley.