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a glimpse out the window
My mom used to tell me (Jess) stories about how when I was little and we
would drive over the hill into the city I was always fascinated by the
pattern of all the lights on all the various city buildings. I guess I am
still drawn to the pattern of the lights as I look out the studio window to
the lights of Montreal at night.
I thought of this photograph when look the photograph of a person walking
down what I assume to be a Montreal street at night. The lights in the
distance suggest to me the life of the city. This person is immersed in the
nightlife, while I was up looking down upon it when I took my photograph.
a glimpse out the window
My mom used to tell me (Jess) stories about how when I was little and we
would drive over the hill into the city I was always fascinated by the
pattern of all the lights on all the various city buildings. I guess I am
still drawn to the pattern of the lights as I look out the studio window to
the lights of Montreal at night.
I thought of this photograph when look the photograph of a person walking
down what I assume to be a Montreal street at night. The lights in the
distance suggest to me the life of the city. This person is immersed in the
nightlife, while I was up looking down upon it when I took my photograph.