Okay, so, upon leaving Jake and Andrea's house, Dan and I found ourselves immersed in a ridiculously thick fog. Of course, my what-would-happen-if syndrome kicked in and instead of going home and going to bed, I decided to drive around in it and take pictures. Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm not so bright.
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This is my neighborhood. You can tell because...uhhh...well there's a car in there, I think. |
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Then I drove out to Hilltop. Boy howdy, was that drive frightening. For those of you not from Cheyenne, Hilltop is one of the few places in town you can see a good majority of the city lights in all their glory. You know, except for tonight. |
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In this picture, I am literally as close as you can get to the refinery without being either in a restricted area or sitting on the interstate. Normally, the refinery looks like a giant, sideways Christmas tree belonging to the Griswold family, but is now defeated by the fog. |
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Hey, look! Artistic trees! Light and fog equal eerie silhouettes, didn't you know? |
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This may or may not be a street on which I am driving... (Relax, I pulled over for a sec to snap the shot. No electronics while driving.) |
Now, my phone's camera is a pretty nifty piece of technology: high resolution, great colour, lots of settings. I turned on EVERY setting I thought would help these come out. I turned off the flash, turned on the night vision, set it to cloudy...yeah. This is as good as I got. And this fog clung to the skin. It was some kind of thick. Surreal as fuck. *nods*
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