Often times, my only photo-ops are from behind the wheel.
These were all taken with the Lensbaby Composer, Edge 80 Optic.
It’s like a tilt-shift lens without the shift.
All were found on the way from here to somewhere,
most behind the wheel, some at stoplights.
As always, thanks for looking.
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what is it that keeps this man that i see on this corner with that look on his face every morning, sitting, slumped and breathing on the wall of the garden where he must be sleeping every night, wearing those same clothes every time that i see him? what keeps him going on? what keeps him from throwing himself in front of a train? what keeps him? it is so easy for me to think that it would be so easy. will I see him in the spring? I am kept by these things.
A thousand things cut this city up but leave it laid out before us on the table. We are flayed alive while we strip it block by block. These streets are lines on our hands. The continuity is gone but it still congrues like gruel in the bowls of our brains. We can never glue it back to the way it was when wheels shared streets with hooves.