Whenever I walk into Joe’s man cave, it stares up at me from the leaning tower of CDs he’s stockpiled over the years. I’m always grateful that it’s on the top shelf, facing out.
I can’t tell if the sun is rising or setting in this picture and I don’t really care.
I love the composition. I love The Dukes of Hazzard car coming up over the hill. I love the couple’s posture. I love that they’re calmly ambling along a seemingly busy highway. I love the subtle awning of palm fronds over their heads
I love that he has one hand around her back and one hand in his pocket. I love that they’re both looking down like they’re counting their steps. Is that a guitar strapped to his back?
I always wonder where they’re going.