Ken Nadvornick Apr 6, 2014 A cold southwest wind at dusk blowing up the bay, through the branches, and directly into my face. The lamp heads arranged along the horizon. And the vanishing point slightly off the frame. Where's my jacket?
A cold southwest wind at dusk blowing up the bay, through the branches, and directly into my face. The lamp heads arranged along the horizon. And the vanishing point slightly off the frame. Where's my jacket?