Sometimes I walk a mile and take a dozen photos. Sometimes I walk a dozen miles and take one photo. This weekend was more of the latter than the former. I walked 17 miles on Saturday—“why?” is sort of the why—and I think I took one photo of the dam at White Rock and that was about it. I was connected with my surroundings, but I didn’t really feel the need to document. Or maybe I just didn’t see anything worth storing anywhere other than my brain. It happens. It can be better when it does.
Photo time.
I love parking garages as a subject and also as a way to shoot other things, get a bit of height, a new perspective. We work on the 21st floor of a downtown office building, so we get to see a lot of buildings straight on instead of looking up. This is one I would love to print and print big.
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