Every once in a while I have days where most pictures I take are good or better than good. I had one of those days the only time I’ve ever been to Venice beach. It was a seperate trip from the one I spoke of in my last entry but was also related to the opening of my business. Actually, two of the the only three times I’ve been to the Pacific have been times I’ve gone for franchise meetings.
In any case, these are few from that series. I am, quite frankly, fascinated by these. They are of people I never met and will most certainly never see again in my life. But they are out there, as evidenced by these photos. What I see in these and the rest of this series always moves me.
