Wandering the streets of San Francisco at night with my tripod, it’s hard not to look up and wonder what people are dreaming. I was reminded of the old Doors song: “People are strange, when you’re a stranger.” To walk the night streets of a city observing is to always be the stranger.
Above: The hard edges of the shadows and lights made me wonder what drama was occuring within the lit window in this older building.
Below: After sunset as dusk faded to night, I looked up at this partially occupied modern apartment tower and saw one lamp burning.
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