Point Richmond, an end of the line railroad town in the wealthy San Francisco Bay. It was midday bright (12pm), enough lumens for the camera to purr. I walked up one of the winding, hilly roads that make Point Richmond so enduring to the eye. At the curve of the road high above a sewage farm below sat what you see. A uniquely American vision I think - the car, the house, the street. Williams Egglestone's work comes to mind. And all the images I grew up with far away in England. I think it was around this time that I began to process images in a different way. I call it cfab. A non HDR (for I dislike the effect) way of processing an image to boost colours and contrasts. The result looks akin to pictorialism I think.
