Sunday, July 20, 2008
Patterns. I’m always looking for patterns.
I’m walking down Clinton Street when I notice a series of bright rectangles on a building’s façade. Apparently the glowing bars are being created by sunlight reflecting off windows.
I back up and zoom out to the telephoto end of my lens to compress the perspective. Then I lean against the wall to line up the pattern.
Suddenly a woman peers out from a doorway. She wonders what I’m doing. I reassure her that nothing bad is going on; I’m just trying to take a shot of a pattern.
But I can understand her concern. After all, if I stepped out of a doorway and saw some stranger leaning against a wall, camera aimed at me, I would also wonder what was going on.