Crossing Over

I tend to walk to the same places along the same paths day after day. The things I see along the way become familiar, a part of my world. Eventually I begin to feel like I know it perfectly. And then, I cross the street, and everything changes.

Urban Still Life

I love finding spots like these.

Little Blue House in the City

Beirut is a city of contradictions, like this little blue house beside a gleaming modern monolith that made a perfect background for this shot.

And A Bird

Two battered pointed arches . . .

. . . and a bird perched up top.

Sort

I see it from my window, or when I'm out on the street. Someone, usually a young man ripping open garbage bags, rifling through the insides. It happens all the time and it makes me uncomfortable.

Wooden latice

I love how age looks on this wall and the little latices covering the small openings overhead.

Closer

You've seen this arch before. It was at the other end of that passage under the road. It stayed with me, that lovely arch in the light, so I decided to get closer. It's wonderful.

Pound

I really loved the look of this construction site, especially the guy with the shovel.

The truck was steadily pounding away, forcing a vertical beam deeper and deeper in to the ground. It's my (uninformed, perhaps incorrect) understanding that these vertical beams are necessary to stabilize the foundation of high-rise structures.

Underground

It's two different worlds.

I didn't know of any under-the-street passageways in Beirut until I wandered my way into this one the other day.

Fiesta Flora

Pink! I couldn't help myself. They thought of everything, even the housing for the electrical box and the normally bumble-bee colored sidewalk-posts.