They’ve come for our Americana
They’ve come for our Americana

I’ve had this problem SO many times. You find some quaint little rustic idyll, get out the camera, wait–waaaaait–for that perfect golden light to hit around 6:30 or so, and then BAM, giant brightly-colored bean monsters. Story of my life. Of all our lives, really. Although, in a sense, these neon monstrosities elevate the simple […]