this weekend i went back to my favorite hot spot: the alamosa junkyard, where many many discarded, defunct vehicles sadly wait for the afterlife. going there is like walking into a scene from the brave little toaster, without the song and dance of course. ive decided though, after this journey, that taking photos from outside the fence is just not cutting it. i need to get in there and really take some sweet shots. devising a plan to get in is now on my to do list (or just calling the people who own it and seeing if they'll let a strange girl come take polaroids of their junkyard).