I’ve stalked these letters for years now. It’s presence is undeniable as
it carries a significant voice over the city it watches. The journey
however is never without a price, sometimes literally.
In high school, I was the girl with the iPod, strutting to the music playing for one. The iPod would accompany me into the darkroom, my assistant in experimental solarization. Playlists formed according to emotion, connecting mood to the photograph.