Steel and Siding
Another long day nearing its dark end. With a last breath of photography on the walk home from the train. That manufactured rumbling snake that hurtles through the city’s underbelly, rising every couple of stops for a breath of Boston air before descending again.
Sidetracked again by some skunkwerkian scheming. Explorations of appearance, experimentation in the realms of desire generation, of deep emotional appeal. Maybe.
But this here. I keep thinking it’s a big “L” despite its orientation. Two slices of light borne from a single bulb, alone in the chilled air of a Tuesday night.
Car free for me.