I’m glad that these ducts are labeled, but I wonder if people know where the exhaust vent is. I like the flat shadows and how the curved ones cast by the ribs define the pipe.
I love the sky. It is never the same, from moment to moment.
I came across this writing during one of my walks. The street repair people have a graffiti all their own. Their markings mean something their compatriots. It is sanctioned street tagging.
This is the inner sanctum, the font of concentration. The firehose outside the entrance has no bearing on what lies within.
Even ‘WAY’s get interrupted if the project is important.
I like to think of this as a photograph of ‘impasto’ street work.
I’m returning to displaying some of my photography. This next series is a continuation of my literal ‘street photography’, that I am perfecting through my visits to a myriad of local parking lots.
I was feeling a bit lost during my walk the other day. The directions posted on the sidewalk didn’t help much.
I like the rich, diverse array of color, shape and tone in this shot.