Continuing my weird habit of taking shots of overpasses and night scenes, I spent some time in the freezing cold on Tuesday night at the junction of the I-90 and the I-405. Nothing particularly spectacular. I guess I just like the converging lines that you get with narrow pedestrian bridges and highway edges, and the soft orange light from the street lighting:
I like this shot taken outside an empty warehouse on 148th, though. The stark white light is great.
Looking at these two, and all the lines disappearing off into infinity, I should just go and take photos of train tracks and get it out of my system.