Over the mountains, it’s five degrees warmer and clouds are thin, remote and interesting features. I slept through most of the last stretch, woke up to Bowie at a petrol stop, and reached to redirect some air vents my way: hello sunshine.
The sun can make things look flat in its own way, mostly during the middle of the way, when its power overrides and evens everything out: uniform shadows, straight light, and no depth.
We’re never happy, photographers. Too hot, too cold, too dark, too bright…

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