Good stuff. Since high school in '94 I've thought it would be lovely to go to a strange town and do a gallery show with a hundred shots taken the day before in

Good stuff. Since high school in '94 I've thought it would be lovely to go to a strange town and do a gallery show with a hundred shots taken the day before in that town of weathered garage doors, down dark alleys, walls palimpsest with invisible graffiti. All blown up to poster size. These scenes are everywhere and they're rarely acknowledged as the beauty they are.