Despite the fact that nearly everyone in the city was busy earning or spending green paper on that Friday afternoon, Jack Altomare had decided to spend his time walking about and taking pictures with a camera. The day was unusually cool for May in that area of the country. As powerful gusts of wind passed between the large buildings downtown he found himself regretting the fact that he had not brought a jacket.
Jack pounded the pavement with his steel-toe boots for over an hour in search of an artistic shot, but only found one that he was truly happy with-
For the most part he encountered rows of nondescript office buildings. Block after block, more of the same.
He drifted away from the downtown area and toward a more industrial part of town after realizing that security cameras [The real eyes of the city.] had been observing and recording his every move.
After walking for another twenty minutes or so he passed by a pile of trash and discarded metal left near an abandoned steel mill.
And then stopped to contemplate an old faded sign across the street that did not make any sense-
[Original writing & photography by J. E. Lattimer]
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