You can come across some weird shit in the desert.
No surprise the weather wasn’t ideal on the north coast of California in September. But I was still looking for it. And the south coast is pretty damn reliable.
It seems to be a universal feeling, when you get home from a long trip and it’s like you never left.
I visited Bryce Canyon National Park as a kid on one of our road trips to see family in Kansas. I remember one particularly funny moment…
On the road again for a special campout with old buddies in northern California…
I’ve been wanting to photograph this nearby faux-palm cell tower. It’s in a big barren field between housing developments, and I’ve just been drawn to it because it looks so out of place. Perseids peak seemed like a good opportunity to mix said tower with what they said would be an awesome shower, some estimating 200-300 meteors an hour!
Not much to say except, due to light pollution, the hyped-up intensity was anticlimactic for us city folk. I saw a couple of good ones for sure, bright and long, but it’s kinda hit or miss out there when you’re trying to catch them in a frame. Several times the ones I did see came in-between exposures, of course. I was only out there for a little while, from 2:30-3:30am, so this is the ONE frame I got that actually shows a meteor.
One good thing about the Perseids is that, for now, you can bet you’ll get another shot next year.
Random side note: “Perseids Peak” is the name of the second album I recorded under My American Myth. Now that I have a photo to go along with it, you can listen to the title track here :)
Before you get the wrong idea…