Texas. As seen in the San Antonian district of thick, fantastical tourism. And on the show floor where it is revealed, not surprisingly, that it is actually throngs of business travelers that pack the dozens of establishments along the quaint river walk (more of a canal though, at best).
From the Hilton balcony I can see the acres of convention center roof, hotels aplenty, an interstate vein, and beyond that the twinkling lights of the city’s residents. Great black swaths punctured by orange and white. Distant radio towers, flickering on and off, vertical strings of red dots on the horizon.
And this red-bathed room here. No color modification, no tonal adjustments, just the colors of the world as seen in red light.
Tomorrow in booth & airport.