Abstract Los Angeles is wandering about, without a thought, looking at the details that make up this huge metropolis.
Today are photographs that fail to even vaguely fit into a category.
Lost, you could call them.
A pair of cameras, or eyes, overlook an empty street in a momentarily colorful warehouse district.
I can’t help but say it, despite my whole body screaming with horror in cheesyness.
“Love holds the building together.”
Ok, now I need to wash my mouth out.
And finally, love, abandoned, covered with dust, locked behind metal, slowly warps in the sun.