Thinly woven fabric hangs in front of an escalator as sunlight strikes the pale green glass of a store front.

I ponder on what drew my attention on this day. Many passed this same spot and walked by. I no doubt would do the same with something that catches your eye as we are each made of a unique array of thought, sense, and feeling. Our heads are turned by a place or thing, not of our choosing, but by the shape of this thing we call ourself.

I am not a studio photographer. I do not spend long hours preparing a shot. I observe natural light that shifts its force and affect from one moment to another. When I have a camera in hand, I try to be open to the environment I am exploring along with light's mercurial nature.

Falling Stairs is a poetic phrase that seeks to express the downward movement of the steep escalator and long thin threads. It is also a playful seed of an idea that encourages the mind to consider the context of the photograph, and how so much that is purchased in a store often falls away from use.

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