as we crosswalked
Cross walks are a superlative place of transit. Rarely will someone or something be still for long. I wanted to examine this zone as it relates to the innate anxieties and insecurities of people attempting to find footing in a world of impermanence.
Submitted to Winter 2009 Showcase
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One Comment
Like the idea