Walking the streets of Casper, you can look like a drunken idiot. The wind whips at a hundred miles an hour, making it difficult to stand, let alone walk. So you lean into it. You lean into the wind. The wind suddenly stops. But it only stops for a second and a half. You fall over ... almost. The wind catches you on its next breath. You're upright again. Folks driving by see only a stumbling person. A drunken idiot. This photo was taken on my second monring there. The wind had died and I could walk like a normal person, walking in a normal town. [Print tinted with dyes.]

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