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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 69, Enter  (2005, Detroit, MI, 2:30am)]]></title>
			<description><![CDATA[Mark and I have just finished a shot (Alley no. 69), a technical challenge. I had to give each traffic light a different exposure by covering the lens, and also pausing the exposure for a few passing cars, going through several light cycles to get it right. Having completed the shot, we agree we’re ready to do more exploring, so we head off for another part of the city – its 3:30 am. 

We’re driving along Woodward Avenue, Detroit's once grand old main street, when I see an interesting water tower and shadows. I park the car and we head off, without the camera, to hunt down a photograph. I’m standing in an empty lot, examining the scene, when a likely crack-head ventures toward us. “Do you have 50 cents, I just need 50 cents.” I continue to observe the scene, and he persists. “I just need 50 cents man” Finally I dig in and give him 50 cents. “Aw man, I just need another 50 cents,” I tell him I have no more money, but he persists with his hand out. The shot is not that interesting, and the dude is annoying, so I tell Mark we should split. 

We head back toward the car when we’re suddenly confronted by a gang of six guys, all wearing the same white bandana. They see us and one hollers “What the fuck you doin here!” and they head toward us. Mark and I peel off. We run toward Woodward, turning the corner and continue running. The gang also turns the corner not far behind us, and I can hear their threatening shouts. My heart is racing; I feel it’s going to burst out of my chest.  We continue bolting down Woodward until the gang finally gives up. Mark and I don’t stop until we’ve cleared several more blocks. 

We finally stop and look at each other. I laugh first, then he starts laughing. We’re bent over, cracking up, exhausted, when Mark says, “we still have to go back for the car.” We stop laughing... It’s agreed we’ll wait an hour, in our relative safety, then cautiously head back and pick up the car.]]></description>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 69, Enter  (2005, Detroit, MI, 2:30am)]]></media:title>
			<media:description><![CDATA[Mark and I have just finished a shot (Alley no. 69), a technical challenge. I had to give each traffic light a different exposure by covering the lens, and also pausing the exposure for a few passing cars, going through several light cycles to get it right. Having completed the shot, we agree we’re ready to do more exploring, so we head off for another part of the city – its 3:30 am. 

We’re driving along Woodward Avenue, Detroit's once grand old main street, when I see an interesting water tower and shadows. I park the car and we head off, without the camera, to hunt down a photograph. I’m standing in an empty lot, examining the scene, when a likely crack-head ventures toward us. “Do you have 50 cents, I just need 50 cents.” I continue to observe the scene, and he persists. “I just need 50 cents man” Finally I dig in and give him 50 cents. “Aw man, I just need another 50 cents,” I tell him I have no more money, but he persists with his hand out. The shot is not that interesting, and the dude is annoying, so I tell Mark we should split. 

We head back toward the car when we’re suddenly confronted by a gang of six guys, all wearing the same white bandana. They see us and one hollers “What the fuck you doin here!” and they head toward us. Mark and I peel off. We run toward Woodward, turning the corner and continue running. The gang also turns the corner not far behind us, and I can hear their threatening shouts. My heart is racing; I feel it’s going to burst out of my chest.  We continue bolting down Woodward until the gang finally gives up. Mark and I don’t stop until we’ve cleared several more blocks. 

We finally stop and look at each other. I laugh first, then he starts laughing. We’re bent over, cracking up, exhausted, when Mark says, “we still have to go back for the car.” We stop laughing... It’s agreed we’ll wait an hour, in our relative safety, then cautiously head back and pick up the car.]]></media:description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 99, 4Give n 4Get  (2007, Kansas City, MO, 9:45pm)]]></title>
			<description><![CDATA[There are several Kansas Cities. There's the one in Missouri, the one in Kansas, and my favourite: the deserted runt, known as the West Bottoms. It is an enormous industrial area that time forgot. Spread out at the bottom of KS, MO, it looks and feels like you've entered another time. This bus sat in an empty lot, waiting to be photographed.]]></description>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 99, 4Give n 4Get  (2007, Kansas City, MO, 9:45pm)]]></media:title>
			<media:description><![CDATA[There are several Kansas Cities. There's the one in Missouri, the one in Kansas, and my favourite: the deserted runt, known as the West Bottoms. It is an enormous industrial area that time forgot. Spread out at the bottom of KS, MO, it looks and feels like you've entered another time. This bus sat in an empty lot, waiting to be photographed.]]></media:description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 98,  Misstep (2007, Phoenix, AZ, 11:30pm)]]></title>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 98,  Misstep (2007, Phoenix, AZ, 11:30pm)]]></media:title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 97, NOW (2007, Los Angeles, CA, 1:30am)]]></title>
			<description><![CDATA["Planning my first night venture into the bowels of L.A., I decide I want two people with me, as opposed to my regular one. When these contacts cancel at the last minute, I’m left to explore alone. Telling myself I’ll just look and not shoot, this plan quickly dies when I find this bridge, just east of downtown.
A group is huddled under it when I first arrive, so I decide to return. I come back and set up, only to find I have to retreat when I see a gang down the tracks heading my way. But there is just no way I’m going home without this image on film. I return once more, 30 minutes later and set up again. I do my light readings and start an exposure. My standard procedure, in order to compress time and get out fast, is to begin the long exposure and only then ponder whether I want to add my own lighting. I quickly see there is no shot unless I’m very active during the 15-minute exposure. I get my flash and filters ready, adding blue light under the bridge, then switching to a warm filter. At the end, I’m running around half-crazed, firing many bursts, especially on the pillars. In my adrenalin fury, I trip and land face first in the rubble, eating a mouthful of dust, while my flash hits the ground. I jump up. Luckily the flash still works. I finish my lighting and throw the gear in the van.]]></description>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 97, NOW (2007, Los Angeles, CA, 1:30am)]]></media:title>
			<media:description><![CDATA["Planning my first night venture into the bowels of L.A., I decide I want two people with me, as opposed to my regular one. When these contacts cancel at the last minute, I’m left to explore alone. Telling myself I’ll just look and not shoot, this plan quickly dies when I find this bridge, just east of downtown.
A group is huddled under it when I first arrive, so I decide to return. I come back and set up, only to find I have to retreat when I see a gang down the tracks heading my way. But there is just no way I’m going home without this image on film. I return once more, 30 minutes later and set up again. I do my light readings and start an exposure. My standard procedure, in order to compress time and get out fast, is to begin the long exposure and only then ponder whether I want to add my own lighting. I quickly see there is no shot unless I’m very active during the 15-minute exposure. I get my flash and filters ready, adding blue light under the bridge, then switching to a warm filter. At the end, I’m running around half-crazed, firing many bursts, especially on the pillars. In my adrenalin fury, I trip and land face first in the rubble, eating a mouthful of dust, while my flash hits the ground. I jump up. Luckily the flash still works. I finish my lighting and throw the gear in the van.]]></media:description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 96, Steps III  (2006, Des Moines, IA, 11:30pm)]]></title>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 96, Steps III  (2006, Des Moines, IA, 11:30pm)]]></media:title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 95, Central Station (2006, Detroit, MI, 12:15am)]]></title>
			<description><![CDATA["Michigan Central Station, built in 1913, was Detroit’s passenger rail terminal until the last train pulled out in 1988. Restoration plans have existed ever since, but none have come close to fruition. In a city as broke as Detroit, it is too expensive to renovate and (luckily) also too costly to demolish.
This beaux-arts classical style building was designed by the same team that designed New York City's Grand Central Terminal. The massive main waiting room on the main floor was modeled after an ancient Roman bathhouse with walls of marble and a high vaulted ceiling. It was and still is a gorgeous building. 
I had come to explore this monolith several times with my camera, circling the perimeter looking for a way in, past the fencing that surrounds it. Each time I was seen by police and was told each time to leave, once being asked if I was out of my fucking mind coming here at night. On my fourth attempt, I went with my friend Toko. This tiny Japanese girl was my bodyguard; I managed to squeeze my camera lens through a crack in the fence surrounding the building, and took the shot.]]></description>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 95, Central Station (2006, Detroit, MI, 12:15am)]]></media:title>
			<media:description><![CDATA["Michigan Central Station, built in 1913, was Detroit’s passenger rail terminal until the last train pulled out in 1988. Restoration plans have existed ever since, but none have come close to fruition. In a city as broke as Detroit, it is too expensive to renovate and (luckily) also too costly to demolish.
This beaux-arts classical style building was designed by the same team that designed New York City's Grand Central Terminal. The massive main waiting room on the main floor was modeled after an ancient Roman bathhouse with walls of marble and a high vaulted ceiling. It was and still is a gorgeous building. 
I had come to explore this monolith several times with my camera, circling the perimeter looking for a way in, past the fencing that surrounds it. Each time I was seen by police and was told each time to leave, once being asked if I was out of my fucking mind coming here at night. On my fourth attempt, I went with my friend Toko. This tiny Japanese girl was my bodyguard; I managed to squeeze my camera lens through a crack in the fence surrounding the building, and took the shot.]]></media:description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 94, Hallmark  (2006, Chicago, IL, 1am)]]></title>
			<description><![CDATA["I’m setting up for Alley no. 94 when a homeless man and woman walk by us and down the alley, stopping at the garbage bin down the alley and visible in the picture. The man pulls the dumpster back and grabs a few large cardboard pieces stashed behind it, taking them around the corner a few feet further up. He re-appears soon after, walking back and past us. A few minutes pass when he returns with a big bag of bread rolls. He stops and asks what we’re taking a picture of and I ask him where he got the bread, since its 1 am.
He tells me a local bakery throws it out. “I feed the rats with it. Look, I gotta keep em away from my wife, cause if I don’t feed em, they get mad and come after us.” He tells us how he tosses the bread over the fence on the other side of the alley, away from their cardboard home, and the rats feed on it.  
“I love my wife more than anything and I want her to have a good sleep. I’d do anything for her. Look, I been to jail five times and she stuck with me through everything. I tell you, I’m the luckiest man alive. My wife’s a good woman - she loves me. Ain't that somethin? Look where we live...” he says, motioning toward the alley. “This woman is truly a miracle – I gotta protect her.” 
He asks us if we could spare some money and we give him a few dollars.  He looks at the money and says, “Hey I wanna give you guys somethin.""  
He heads for his cardboard home, and returns, giving each of us a big bag of condoms that he got from a nearby mission, The Night Ministry. Mike, Jim and I laugh.  
“Why you guys laughin – don’t laugh, man. This gift is from my heart. It’s from my heart.”  
We stop laughing.“Thanks for the gift, Tyler,” I say. We shake hands and he walks back down the long alley toward his beloved wife. I stare at him and it occurs to me what a lovely light he will be sleeping under tonight. It’s almost a Hallmark picture... but not quite.]]></description>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 94, Hallmark  (2006, Chicago, IL, 1am)]]></media:title>
			<media:description><![CDATA["I’m setting up for Alley no. 94 when a homeless man and woman walk by us and down the alley, stopping at the garbage bin down the alley and visible in the picture. The man pulls the dumpster back and grabs a few large cardboard pieces stashed behind it, taking them around the corner a few feet further up. He re-appears soon after, walking back and past us. A few minutes pass when he returns with a big bag of bread rolls. He stops and asks what we’re taking a picture of and I ask him where he got the bread, since its 1 am.
He tells me a local bakery throws it out. “I feed the rats with it. Look, I gotta keep em away from my wife, cause if I don’t feed em, they get mad and come after us.” He tells us how he tosses the bread over the fence on the other side of the alley, away from their cardboard home, and the rats feed on it.  
“I love my wife more than anything and I want her to have a good sleep. I’d do anything for her. Look, I been to jail five times and she stuck with me through everything. I tell you, I’m the luckiest man alive. My wife’s a good woman - she loves me. Ain't that somethin? Look where we live...” he says, motioning toward the alley. “This woman is truly a miracle – I gotta protect her.” 
He asks us if we could spare some money and we give him a few dollars.  He looks at the money and says, “Hey I wanna give you guys somethin.""  
He heads for his cardboard home, and returns, giving each of us a big bag of condoms that he got from a nearby mission, The Night Ministry. Mike, Jim and I laugh.  
“Why you guys laughin – don’t laugh, man. This gift is from my heart. It’s from my heart.”  
We stop laughing.“Thanks for the gift, Tyler,” I say. We shake hands and he walks back down the long alley toward his beloved wife. I stare at him and it occurs to me what a lovely light he will be sleeping under tonight. It’s almost a Hallmark picture... but not quite.]]></media:description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 93, Ace of Clubs  (2006, Nashville, TN, 4:30am)]]></title>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 93, Ace of Clubs  (2006, Nashville, TN, 4:30am)]]></media:title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 92, Acme Banana Co.  (2006, Pittsburgh, PA, 3am)]]></title>
			<description><![CDATA["Acme Banana Co.? Are you kidding me? It's a no-brainer - I have to stop and get this shot. Its 11pm, I’m alone and there are too many unsavory characters around, so I decide to return later that evening. At 3am I’m back.
The actual scene is rather dull, and the lighting is dead, so the only way to add the banana company to my collection is to add a lot of my own lighting.  I've been staring at this building and walking around for 30 minutes, shooting test shots, getting light meter readings and looking for a good angle, when a man walks up to me somewhat hesitantly. He tells me he’s a company employee. “Hi, my boss wants me to find out what you’re doing.” 
“I’m taking a picture of the building – I’m an artist and I work at night,” I say with a smile. 
“My boss thinks maybe you’re a terrorist,” he chuckles nervously. 
A terrorist; that's a new one, I think to myself. I’ve been mistaken for many  things, but never this.  
But maybe his fear is not so outrageous. Its not every day someone takes great interest in an old warehouse late at night. I guess I can understand the suspicion. 
I assure him I’m not a terrorist, and he returns to tell this to his boss.]]></description>
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			<media:title><![CDATA[Alley no. 92, Acme Banana Co.  (2006, Pittsburgh, PA, 3am)]]></media:title>
			<media:description><![CDATA["Acme Banana Co.? Are you kidding me? It's a no-brainer - I have to stop and get this shot. Its 11pm, I’m alone and there are too many unsavory characters around, so I decide to return later that evening. At 3am I’m back.
The actual scene is rather dull, and the lighting is dead, so the only way to add the banana company to my collection is to add a lot of my own lighting.  I've been staring at this building and walking around for 30 minutes, shooting test shots, getting light meter readings and looking for a good angle, when a man walks up to me somewhat hesitantly. He tells me he’s a company employee. “Hi, my boss wants me to find out what you’re doing.” 
“I’m taking a picture of the building – I’m an artist and I work at night,” I say with a smile. 
“My boss thinks maybe you’re a terrorist,” he chuckles nervously. 
A terrorist; that's a new one, I think to myself. I’ve been mistaken for many  things, but never this.  
But maybe his fear is not so outrageous. Its not every day someone takes great interest in an old warehouse late at night. I guess I can understand the suspicion. 
I assure him I’m not a terrorist, and he returns to tell this to his boss.]]></media:description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Alley no. 91, Mutant  (2006, St. Louis, MO, 11:45pm)]]></title>
			<description><![CDATA[In 1999, a three mile concrete wall along the St. Louis riverfront (flood gates for the Mississippi River) became the site of the country’s largest graffiti competition: Paint Louis was born. For the next 2 years graff artists came from around the country and the world to spray their talents. After the awards were handed out, these artists were eager to continue their craft. They fell upon the city in droves, paint cans in hand, and spray bombed every blank wall they could find. After two years the city had had enough and Paint Louis died a quick death, but not before leaving behind a stunning and colorful legacy.]]></description>
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			<media:description><![CDATA[In 1999, a three mile concrete wall along the St. Louis riverfront (flood gates for the Mississippi River) became the site of the country’s largest graffiti competition: Paint Louis was born. For the next 2 years graff artists came from around the country and the world to spray their talents. After the awards were handed out, these artists were eager to continue their craft. They fell upon the city in droves, paint cans in hand, and spray bombed every blank wall they could find. After two years the city had had enough and Paint Louis died a quick death, but not before leaving behind a stunning and colorful legacy.]]></media:description>
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