Blackout
The mist behind the tires bleeds taillights into asphalt, a million man queue stretching off into the highway dark. Reds and greens melt in timelapsed exposure, testament to the very lines that slowed me, dazed and awaiting the open road.
The mist behind the tires bleeds taillights into asphalt, a million man queue stretching off into the highway dark. Reds and greens melt in timelapsed exposure, testament to the very lines that slowed me, dazed and awaiting the open road.