Behind the Shot

When I first saw this scene, it didn’t feel like much — just a stack of old tires under a bridge. But the longer I stood there, the more I noticed. The way the tires repeated in rhythm, the rough…

When I first saw this scene, it didn’t feel like much — just a stack of old tires under a bridge. But the longer I stood there, the more I noticed. The way the tires repeated in rhythm, the rough…