This photo comes close to capturing the despair I feel when going through the cell blocks of Alcatraz, where everything seems drab, and the dim light offers little consolation to the gloom of it all.
In 2008 I was traveling to the Bay Area for work. Every Monday morning I would get on the 6AM flight, and fly back Thursday evening. Often I would stay the weekend, wander around the city, make new friends, reacquaint with old ones. The project […]
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