Bonneville Salt Flats.
As Josh and I drove south I woke up to sunset occuring and a wide expanse of white earth. We pulled off the highway and drove to an open area on the dried-up lake bed. The sun had just gone behind the western hills but the scene was captivating nonetheless. After a few minutes of taking photos and enjoying the silent evening, we jumped back into the vehicle and continued toward our campsite for the night. It wasn't until we arrived in Bonneville, with the glitz and glam of the casinos that I realized where we were. I always remembered Bonneville for the world record for the fastest land speed or something like that and for the similarity to the spelling of my hometown.
The photo in this set with a ray of light going through it is not an attempt at modern art but rather a tragic error on my part. I had my camera plugged into a battery pack to charge while I was doing long exposures. Cluelessly, I turned around to take in the view in the other direction, and before I knew it, my Fujifilm x100v was having an intimate reunion with the gravelled Mother Earth. My heart sank as I observed the results of this dastardly affair. Dust enveloped every cranny, a cracked screen protector mocked me, and scuffs that forever tarnished the smooth surface I once knew.
To be fair, it could have been a lot worse. More photos to come once we reach Alabama Hills!
