There's something about the reflection of power lines or telephone poles that is so sinister. I think it has something to do with the feeling of being trapped in a vehicle on a highway, staring out the window at the poles flashing by, teasing you with their sense of movement and flight when in fact each successive one indicates another metaphorical nail in the coffin, another full breath away from wherever you want to be.
Youch - bleak. I was focusing on capturing the great reflection in the hood of this herbie-esque car. When the shots came out super-purple, I realized that it would have been a better shot to capture evil herbie's other 'eye'.
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