Mare Island has all these crazy tubes just lying around, waiting for armaggedon, or, alternatively, white power freaks from Idaho to descend to start their fabled RAHOWA. In the meantime, the only shooting going on is with my Polaroids.
Truth be told (or rather clear), my photos would be rather dreary shots of decaying landscapes were it not for my partner in crime and her willingness to spice up even the homeliest of steel tubing sections.
Self-promotion for my new Pola site. Click if you're bored:
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