The Light Was Wrong but then it all clicked
The Light Was Wrong but then it all clicked
The Light Was Wrong but then it all clicked



Tuesday, February 25, 2025
It was 4 PM, the sun was doing that thing where it sits just above the horizon line like it's mocking you, and Sarah was on her third outfit change in the back of a Honda Civic because we couldn't afford a proper changing area. The location—an abandoned gas station off Route 9 that I'd scouted three weeks prior—was perfect in theory. In practice, it was 90 degrees, there was no shade, and a family of wasps had taken up residence in what used to be the air pump.
This was not going according to plan.



It was 4 PM, the sun was doing that thing where it sits just above the horizon line like it's mocking you, and Sarah was on her third outfit change in the back of a Honda Civic because we couldn't afford a proper changing area. The location—an abandoned gas station off Route 9 that I'd scouted three weeks prior—was perfect in theory. In practice, it was 90 degrees, there was no shade, and a family of wasps had taken up residence in what used to be the air pump.
This was not going according to plan.

It was 4 PM, the sun was doing that thing where it sits just above the horizon line like it's mocking you, and Sarah was on her third outfit change in the back of a Honda Civic because we couldn't afford a proper changing area. The location—an abandoned gas station off Route 9 that I'd scouted three weeks prior—was perfect in theory. In practice, it was 90 degrees, there was no shade, and a family of wasps had taken up residence in what used to be the air pump.
This was not going according to plan.


