I raced up the steps at the California Blue Line stop, only to miss the doors by a second or two. After walking over to the railing, I noticed how incredibly bright and crisp the day looked.
I felt compelled to take a few photos, mostly just because I haven’t really used the camera all that much lately.
Empty telephone booth.
Again, I think I was moved more by the light than by the image. The sunlight was so nice, I just felt I needed to photograph something. This is looking down from the stop, onto the adjoining yard.
I imagined a giant hand, carving out a message into the soil, stopping half-way.
