the straight and the curls

This was in Brooklyn, I remember that well. I'd always get lost there. While Manhattan was a precise and simple network of vertical avenues and horizontal streets, Brooklyn was a mess of avenues, streets, roads, courts, and others.

But that's not to say I got lost this time, because I didn't. My classmate had brought me to his place to go over the short he would be directing and I was to shoot. When I got out of the car on this street I was taking in the fences, the faces, the bricks, the gardens, and I recall turning at the front door, on top of the steps, and looking back down. Since I used to carry my trusty old Canon FTQL everywhere, it was up to my eye in a jiffy and in a moment I was through the door.