Behind the Shot 1

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…
Until I moved to this part of town, I was travelling over an hour each way to and from work. That was my time to read or listen to music but I also did a daily photo. I have hundreds…