My first picture was taken on a train, during a thunderstorm. I suppose the statement is one about weather and the transient nature of one's place in life, or something. My last four pictures were taken at a store (well, the remnants of a store) in Trona, which is a town way out in the desert by Death Valley. I went there to visit family and we stopped here and I took pictures, because everyone loves skeletons that play instruments. Here I'm just trying to portray the abandoned and dried-out nature of that part of town, as well as how it still manages to have personality.
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