I used to live in Arizona and my landlord was a tow truck driving, Harley-riding writer who loved poetry. The guy was awesome. His Harley was always parked in the driveway that looked sort of like a junk yard, so I hired a wonderful model to come sit on this really heavy bike. That sky? Yeah, not composited. That's exactly how it was. It started raining about a minute later.
February 24, 2015