I drive past this former restaurant almost every morning on my way to work, and keep thinking I ought to stop and make a few photos. Late last month, a weird thing happened and I needed to go to the office on a Sunday, and for some reason I remembered to take the camera.
I worked for a few hours, and then as a reward to myself for my effort, my camera and I stopped at that place I’d been eyeing. And this is what I saw…
It was just an alley, after all. There wasn’t any real reason for it to feel different from any other alley I’ve ever walked down. But the progression of art and the rhythmic fences marking property boundaries gave it a bit of a formal feel. And the longer I stayed there, the more it began to feel special, like Important Things had just happened, and would happen again.
Or maybe paint fumes were getting to me…
along Fabrication Avenue