Every once in a while the circumstances under which a photograph was taken really stick out in my mind. I was traveling through eastern Oregon when I saw this series of wind turbines up on the hills with some very epic cloud formations passing overhead. I thought it would make a nice photograph so I pulled over to the side of the road, set up my tripod, and started to compose a shot.
After about five minutes another driver pulled over to the side of the road and got out of his car to ask me what I was taking a picture of. I told him I thought the wind farm looked cool and he immediately got rigid and proceeded to tell me all about the "liberal" conspiracy wind farms represent. He ranted on for a solid twenty minutes complaining that global warming was a hoax, alternative energy just makes the Hollywood elite rich, and a whole host of other conspiracy theories. Considering I was standing on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere without another soul in sight I just nodded my head a whole lot, tripped the shutter on the camera, and tried to get back to my car with as little confrontation as possible.
This photograph also represents one of the last frames I ever exposed with a Mamiya RB67. I sold it a couple of weeks later in favor of the slightly less heavy Mamiya RZ67 which I still use often to this day. Two cameras with very minor differences I will admit.