These lines make me happy. I like removing the content, shapes and context from the overall form. Turn your subject into shapes and abstractions. Most of these are from random wanderings around cities. Some Salt Lake, some Chicago, some from the Big Red Bridge™ in San Fran.
I don’t know what this sign says. Probably something profound though.
Random slice of a building in Chicago.
This building tells you to go away.
This is my star sign.
Big thing helps make bigger thing.
Blue Skies.
Stairs that were not made for normal people.
331 probably means something ominous.
Crosswalk on a sunny day.
Here is that building again.
Did you know that hanging shoes on powerlines actually means “I don’t need these shoes anymore” in street lingo?
Brutalist.
Rumor has it, inside of this contraption is an endless supply of free money. Go ahead, open it up. Try it out.
I don’t remember what this is. If I were to name it I would call it the “Golden Gate.”
During this picture I did not tresspass, loiter or skateboard. I just walked by, took the picture and fucked off.
I don’t know what this thing does.
Take some dirt from a place that is away from the other dirt, encapsulate that dirt in cement, and plant different plants inside until people decide that cigarette butts are a better use of that space. Repeat.
Another place for free money. Do it. Take off those bolts.
Vanishing point.
I don’t know what this building is either. I think it says Sansibar or Fubar or something.