Composition: Waste
The floor of the FranklinCovey Printing plant may not exactly qualify as the Street. But it definitely holds poetry. This is part of a larger photo essay which will be posted soon on Flicker or PhotoBucket.
The floor of the FranklinCovey Printing plant may not exactly qualify as the Street. But it definitely holds poetry. This is part of a larger photo essay which will be posted soon on Flicker or PhotoBucket.
What I love about walking in the city is looking down at the ground. That trance-state when your eyes lead you forward and then stop you in stillness under the shadow of a telephone pole and its coiled yarn or in front of a dumpster lid on which years of abrasion have carved electric z's.
Thank you Brian Eno….
Maybe all love notes should be encrypted. Found O, construction site, upper Greenwood.