Two Extremes

Last week Friday, after having dinner and a handful of drinks with family and friends near Union Square, I decided to go on a late night solo shooting mission through Chinatown and the Financial District.  These two areas practically shut down after 10:00p.m., especially on the weekend.  Really, the only individuals you come across are homeless folk, random drunken lurkers like me and the occasional businessman rushing to catch the last BART train to the suburbs.    

It's amazing how such highly chaotic, noise polluted environments can all of a sudden become so peaceful.  So peaceful, in fact, that at times all you can hear is the soft hum and clacking of the cable car tracks.  

Below are a few of my favorite shots from the night…

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Crushed...

Chinatown Lady's Room

Now Eat...

I passed this guy on Market Street, near Sansome, and complimented him on his jacket.  I’m guessing he was about my age, late 20s/early 30s maybe.  He stopped and we talked briefly about the 49ers dynasty of the ‘80s and early 90s, and I told him he bare a striking resemblance to John Walker Lindh.  He didn't know who I was talking about.  I then asked if I could take his picture.  "Sure, why not," he said, so I fired off a few shots, gave him some change, then continued on my mission.