Enveloped by the thrill of the incoming evening, I leaned against the wall of an abandoned motel and pretended to be bored. I was distracted by nothing- my focus was monopolized by the setting sun and winter wind. The parking lot was empty but my mind was made. There's no vacancy in the realm of pursuit. I'm chasing the lightness- stay up all night just to spy the dawn.
PHOTOS BY NICK LEONARD
The genius behind the lens...
I've stared fame in the face... she was smoking a cigarette.
Everything is infinite,