Yesterday, I was inspired to go on an adventure to Ballard Avenue. The light in the sky was still twilight. Snow fell softly creating a stillness. Weather had transformed the location of the Sunday market to a place both foreign and familiar at the same time. This viewpoint is from the same spot I've taken two pictures showing the usual entrance to the market. Now, there is no hint of the market, as if it never existed, except in the fleeting environs of memory. It is the ultimate ephemeral production of space. I decided to add my own little piece of subjectivity -- a snow angel.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The Ultimate Ephemeral Production of Space
Yesterday, I was inspired to go on an adventure to Ballard Avenue. The light in the sky was still twilight. Snow fell softly creating a stillness. Weather had transformed the location of the Sunday market to a place both foreign and familiar at the same time. This viewpoint is from the same spot I've taken two pictures showing the usual entrance to the market. Now, there is no hint of the market, as if it never existed, except in the fleeting environs of memory. It is the ultimate ephemeral production of space. I decided to add my own little piece of subjectivity -- a snow angel.
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