Down in Pittsburgh’s Strip District by the scrap yard and tracks. My car was parked under the old railroad bridge.
Lines, patterns, rhythm, repetition-all those elements we look for in class. Finding these elements everywhere.
I love the light on the cross bar, giving a sense of depth.
This first image is the strongest compositionally. But the others give you a sense of the place.
The hood of my car. Could stand a wash.
