When I was a little kid, my grandfather had a blue Mercedes sedan. I'm sure it was a nice car, but something about the smell of it always made me feel somewhat nauseous.
For some reason, photographs of this style kind of make me feel the same way. I thought I would give it a try anyway, mainly because I took the picture at noon and the sky was totally blown out. Looking at this shot, I can practically smell that Mercedes.
I loved the smell of Grandad's Mercedes. The treatment of this photo makes me think of an impending all-hell-breaks-loose thunderstorm, so that's pretty cool.
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