When I was a kid and learning how to write, I would write my H’s, over and over again. Which soon became my full name, again, writing it over and over and over. I loved how it looked on paper, bunched together and spread out down the page. The lines and curves blended together from a certain distance, ceased to have meaning. They were no longer forming my name. Just a pattern. A series of lightness and darkness. It was almost art.
This photo was taken on a “bonus day” in New Orleans, after I’d missed my flight home and circumstances allowed a couple extra days in town. Finding this shot made the day all the more special.
Shot on iPhone 8, black and white filter.
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