we called it a car-cation, and got away from the city. after a couple hours stuck in traffic, we arrived at storm king art center, an open-air museum where each sculpture and installation seemed like it stood on its own acre of land. with one hour before closing, i knew i'd see only a few artworks, but i didn't care: the sun was setting, the paths were bathed in color, the place was shimmering with life. we strolled, then ran, then scaled a hill to see one final piece. the day was vanishing, and in those minutes, all i knew was the need to shoot.