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Yesterday morning, Jeff called to remind me that I was working happy hour. It would be kind to describe my abilities behind the bar as “rusty.” There was a time when I was very comfortable slinging drinks and massaging the computer system. However, those days are past. In an effort to try to get a better handle on my business (which is now in it eleventh year), I have been working the occasional day shift. It is good to talk to everyone and re-familiarize myself with the process. But, the patrons did have to endure some bumbling on my part. All of this is a long way of saying that I didn’t have a lot of time to photograph yesterday.
I had noticed an interesting reflection of a water tower in some rain-filled, truck ruts when I was driving over the North Boulevard overpass on the way to the eye doctor on Tuesday. Wandering around the no-mans-land under the overpass and near the railroad tracks, I was unable to get the same perspective I had seen from the bridge. There was a set of concrete stairs in an empty yard, some graffiti and a fair amount of trash but nothing was really jumping out at me. Walking back to my truck I noticed a guy walking down 14th (or maybe 15th) Street and I took this shot. It seemed sort of appropriately wide-open and desolate for such a cold day in a fairly blasted bit of our urban landscape.