Heavy 2016

While on my walk, I stopped to photograph some shadows on a wall, and soon after, I noticed a woman who saw me, looking a bit baffled at what I was doing. We struck up a conversation and I discovered that she had emigrated to the United States sixty years ago. She asked me if I was familiar with the community garden just up the narrow lane, and suggested that I should go check it out.

We talked for about twenty minutes, and I discovered that she likes to take photographs, too. She asked if I was aware of a local photography collective (for want of a better word) and I told her I was, and that I lived near the Harvey Milk Photo Center, a place which I have often thought about supporting with a membership, but just haven't gotten around to doing. I should, of course, since I shoot so much film and could use a convenient place to process and print my stuff.

After our little chat, I indeed made my way to the garden for a quick visit, and photographed this graffiti along the way. A couple of women were there, one of which told me that she was about to lock up.

I told them that Sylvia had sent me, and they seemed to understand.

Samsung Galaxy S III

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