Fairfield Heights, Illinois
There probably are some photographers who have never made a self-portrait, not even a picture including a shadow or intentional reflection. Then there are a few who make nothing else. I guess there's a sliding scale between the two, and I'm way at the left. Back on April 23 I had just reloaded my sheet film holders, as shown in this blog post from the road. After I'd made a snap of the changing tent setup, I noticed the interesting morning light in the economy motel room and knocked off a few frames. Then I was ready to set off for a day that would cover about 300 miles, mostly in Missouri, and get photographs at four drive-in theaters. Quite a typical day for the trip in fact, exactly the average mileage, though with more closely packed theaters than usual. It's too bad I didn't think to do another motel room mirror shot six weeks later, at the end of The Western Loop of the Giant Drive-in Theater Road Trip, to record the grizzled Ancient Mariner look that had set in, but it didn't occur to me. Too tired, probably.