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Sunrise photowalk in downtown Phoenix

A few of my photo buddies from Flickr and Twitter braved the chilly morning weather in Phoenix and joined me on a photowalk starting at the wee dark hour of 6am. We hit some great spots, but the one of the best was arriving at these railroad tracks right when the sunrise lit up for what amounted to maybe 5 minutes of stunning color before it vanished. I used my 50mm 1.4 on this shot instead of the usual 17-35mm that tends to dominate my landscape/urbex photos. I decided the night before that I would stick mainly to the 50 just to see what happened. I love that lens so much.

Below is a shot of most of the crew…Ed, Adam, Denver, Ken, Chris X 2, Rick…a great bunch of guys, we chatted along the way, saw some old buildings, creepy alleyways and even some light rail cars flying by.

The group now knows that me losing lens caps wasn’t just me blowing smoke. Nor is it confined to only lens caps. I left behind my brand new tripod bag in an alleyway and thankfully Denver ran across it. I am completely absent-minded sometimes, ugh. Thanks man.

Hope to see you guys all again very soon. I’m going to wait until people post more images from the day and then do a collaborative blog post later on.

Seeping

This is the 7th Avenue bridge over some railroad tracks set just north of Grand Street. One of my recent excursions exploring the south side of downtown Phoenix brought me underneath this gem of a structure, complete with grunge and oldness.

I tend to look for symmetry and lines in a lot of my images. It’s a running theme I guess…railroad tracks, roads…the belly of bridges…give me depth and disappearing lines and I am a sucker for it. What struck me about this bridge when standing under it (quickly firing brackets in the utter quiet, trying not to freak at every noise I heard), was the stained streaks of some liquid running on the underside of the bridge. At first I didn’t get it, I thought the wind must have done it when it rained, but I realized the bridge just curved down towards me, so any rainwater that seeped through the cracks would end up running towards each end of the bridge.

It’s kind of interesting to think that these trails of water stains have probably built over time, and whenever it rains, the liquid tends to follow the same path, almost like a system of creeks formed in a roof of cement.

I could see these streaks while standing there of course, but I accentuated them a bit in post to really highlight them.