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I was convinced that I was hearing the final death rattle of my car. In my head I was going over the excuses I’d have to tell the rental company; “No sir, it’s been parked almost the entire time. It’s must’ve been a raccoon that wrecked the underside.” The road to Bodie is perilous, but so very worth it.

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You do your best to prepare yourself. But the onslaught of a half a million people, most dressed up more elaborately than the next, does leave you somewhat bewildered at times. Music blasting from every direction, laughter, shouts, the mouth watering street food; it sure is a spectacle!

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Thunderous clouds loom in the distance. The rain is picking up. Darkness. Only a few determined souls are braving the weather, clutching their umbrellas for dear life. Sipping the morning coffee you look out the window with resignation, another day lost for photography. Or is it?

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The taxi sound its horn at the lack of sub-millisecond reaction from the car in front. In the background the sound of sirens can be heard. Someone curses over spilled coffee. Life in the city. There’s a certain alluring mystique in the chaos; the colors, the cries, the joy, the fear. It’s all there.

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Early spring evening, sun starting to set. The taxi is slowly but surely inching its way over Queensboro Bridge. The Manhattan skyline in the background is nothing short of breathtaking. Inviting. Mysterious. Inside it, a world of adventures and opportunities. It’s easy to daydream yourself into a Woody Allen movie. Though at that very moment, I was just happy to be alive.

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