Would you believe - this simulacrum of a slide transparency was actually the view from my window this morning (the Courtyard by Marriott in Charlottesville, in case you can't wait to make a reservation). To be fair, it was an excellent and comfortable hotel - but this is possibly one of the least prepossessing outlooks of my hotel-staying life (I realize, now, that I should probably have gone up into this multi-story carpark and taken a picture of room 204's window. I get sulky when I have to sleep with curtains drawn, but I wasn't going to argue with my own preferences this time.
Like any shot of a vacant garage, this image carries something ominous with it - a
half-baked uninhabited Gregory Crewdson set waiting for some imagination and action. It's tempting to photoshop in a corpse or flood or rose petals or some vague hint of disaster...
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