City Dreams, photo by Harold Davis. View this image larger.

Wandering the streets of San Francisco at night with my tripod, it’s hard not to look up and wonder what people are dreaming. I was reminded of the old Doors song: “People are strange, when you’re a stranger.” To walk the night streets of a city observing is to always be the stranger.

Above: The hard edges of the shadows and lights made me wonder what drama was occuring within the lit window in this older building.

Below: After sunset as dusk faded to night, I looked up at this partially occupied modern apartment tower and saw one lamp burning.

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