I’m conflicted on whether I like the anachronistic nature of this one, or am put off by it. The desolate, almost-barren nature of the landscape is contrasted by the blue sky and fluffy clouds – it really needs a dark and moody overcast, or maybe a pestilential deep red sunset. And then someone dressed in rags off to one side – long and tattered rags, mind you, the kind with no function whatsoever except to blow in the wind. Then perhaps a beat-up Ford Falcon XB GT sitting at the edge of the frame.
Okay, maybe I’ve been too influenced by movies…