Because the window was tightly shut, I failed to open it completely. This meant that just a third of my upper body was able to exit the small window that by now had become an inconvenient contraption. This is the context for these incoherent shots. The nightly sky looked dreamy as it gently landed on a street filled with similar and disimilar buildings. Capturing that became an unrelenting necessity. So I tried. And tried. These photos are the residual presence of my heroic battle with that recalcitrant window.
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