I just do…
I don’t know why I loved this building and it’s puddles. People kept looking for something else. Some reason… some answer. Why is this woman out in the street? What is she looking at? Sometimes a photograph can only be understood by the person in control of it’s making. Maybe I see something that isn’t really there. I don’t know why… I just do.
October 7, 2007 at 12:35 pm
I do too…