i had the good fortune to spend an hour strolling through the prado in san diego last week. approaching magic hour just before sunset, the light and lines caught my eye. it was one of those interludes where i felt my seeing as fertile... i could feel myself creatively recharging.
i also heard someone recently say he thinks of photographs as sketches--capturing not full-blown stories but glimpses, perhaps yielding a look at a more profound relationship or dynamic than initially meets the eye. intriguing. and i identify with it.
thought i would share a few moments of san diego seeing.
