The Loneliest Road

Lately I’ve been interested in capturing space, emptiness, and solitude in my photographs, so when a friend told me about Highway 50 across Nevada, also known as The Loneliest Road, I knew I had to go.

It was a whole lot of both, which for this traveler was heaven. It was also a lot of moody clouds and only a handful of towns. So few I had to watch my gas gauge so I wouldn’t have yet another blog post in the mishap category.

This is some great driving, perfect for quiet contemplation or vigorous singalongs to the ’80s channel. Both of which I had plenty of time for.

Lord of the Rings geek alert: Nevada’s own Misty Mountains!

I’ll be sad when power lines go the way of rotary phones.

As usual, I found an obsession: this fence. So solid, marching its way toward the mountain.

And this: whose mailbox is it? Where’s the house? How often does the owner check it?

And, lastly, this: salt flats with all those sexy curves. Gorgeous.

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