Last Fall I would walk the neighborhood with Lola the English Bulldog and my Nikon F100. Every once in a while a scene would appear - or - better said - I would will a scene to be captured. Every photo - every frame - is a stretch of sanity without slapping the shutter release of pure hope something would eventually develop. And develop is correct as I'm shooting film here -- but I'll stop babbling -- this is what I got in the window of the Architectural firm.