~superblue

this was a town where the divisions between race and class are so obvious, that the jail is right across the rxr trax in the poor part of town. i found a whole graveyard of these ice machines just sitting there. at least 20. it was so strange and solemn, sitting silently at the side of the street. i don't know what it means, but they needed to be documented.

j told me to put my camera down and get back in the car when he spotted some people down the street from where i was taking pictures. he was afraid that if they saw me taking pictures, they might think that i was taking their pictures. and apparently, they would probably not have liked that. i didn't feel particularly threatened or scared, but it's his town and he knows what it's like there better than i do.