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MOTIVE

For years I traversed to and fro this street. An observer on a neverending carousel of trash and forgotten treasures. Filmore became a way station between the valued and the obsolete. The least I could do is spare a few pixels to mark the transition. There's something very tranquil about pointing a camera toward a churning purgatory.

 

I also enjoy the symphony of red ants skittering about the dunes of neglect.

 

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