Doing night photography in the desert includes the experience of waking up in strange motels. More often than not, they’re mom and pop affairs managed by an overly effusive couple who oversee their domain with more time than money. Typically, the 60 year old property hangs in a precarious state of (dis)repair, and the continental breakfast includes something that is orange, but almost certainly not juice. Still, as long as they manage to deliver clean sheets, a hot shower, and at least minimally efficient air conditioning, it’s all part of the adventure.
1/500 sec at f/11; 20mm; ISO 200; ambient light