Lately I’ve been interested in capturing space, emptiness, and solitude in my photographs, so when a friend told me about Highway 50 across Nevada, also known as The Loneliest Road, I knew I had to go.

It was a whole lot of both, which for this traveler was heaven. It was also a lot of moody clouds and only a handful of towns. So few I had to watch my gas gauge so I wouldn’t have yet another blog post in the mishap category.

Highway 50, Nevada

This is some great driving, perfect for quiet contemplation or vigorous singalongs to the ’80s channel. Both of which I had plenty of time for.

Nevada Mountains

Lord of the Rings geek alert: Nevada’s own Misty Mountains!

Highway 50, Nevada

I’ll be sad when power lines go the way of rotary phones.

Nevada fence

As usual, I found an obsession: this fence. So solid, marching its way toward the mountain.

Nevada mailbox

And this: whose mailbox is it? Where’s the house? How often does the owner check it?

Nevada Salt Flats

And, lastly, this: salt flats with all those sexy curves. Gorgeous.

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