Memorial Day weekend was a roaring blast. Dancefloor devastation, a little poolside remedy to cure the daytime heat blues, a little karaoke to get the blood to flowing, and a lot of wiggling around the city to find new angles from which to show the beauty of that which I call home.
As many interesting scenarios as I find myself in trying to capture shots these days (on the sides/above highways, crawling alongside bridgespans at precarious angles while cops look on), one might think I actually AM searching for the daughter of the devil himself (or even an angel in white). Neither are in sight, but at least I have found the solace of the streets to be warm comfort throughout it all.
Or maybe it’s just me going crazy from the heat.
We’ll see by the end of summer. 😉