Berkeley

Berkeley. We're at the edge of campus, upstairs in the museum.  It's a Sunday, late January 2018, and there parked on the circle is my lonely 1989 Honda Civic Wagon. Actually, not so lonely, but much loved. This is one of my favorite views--swooping down to street level, all those white traffic squares, and of course, the late afternoon winter light, with the trees gold-red as they merge with the shadows. Doesn't hurt that there's a black sedan making a right turn at just the right spot--note red tail light--or two guys in a conversation we can see but will never hear. One of them is holding two cups of coffee...

I also like the reflections on the inside of the window. Including that turquoise blur above the street sign--and the big red-oxide wedge descending from the top. You never notice things when you make a picture--or at least I don't--but in some way you must know they're there...
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Category: Unadorned Entrances. Often the best kind...


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