garrison beau scott

With the few remaining weeks I had left while living in San Francisco, before the move East to Boston, I made sure to take whatever time I had to snap up a few remaining shots. This is the kind of scene I live to photograph. Something I can spot from a block away as interesting, but it isn’t until I get close enough to scope it out do I really begin to understand what the shot will be.

Not to over-dramatize things, but with a scene like this I guess I feel like a sculptor looking at a chunk of marble, walking around it to find the lines that will ultimately form the finished image.