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Molten

The Poet's Eye

Los Angeles melts in summer, the dense heat liquifying the landscape. Firetrucks morph into rainbows, overhead mirrors mimic lawyers, office workers, traffic cops and mothers, everyone rushing to somewhere. People and street blend into one another. In summer, Los Angeles becomes a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, its peculiar, arid beauty reflected in car windshields, in hotel windows, in storefronts, and in flashes of chrome. Here’s how I see it. – Alexis Rhone Fancher

Fire Trucks Morph Into Rainbows

Fire Trucks Morph Into Rainbows

Buildings Seem To Melt

Buildings Seem To Melt

Overhead Mirrors Mimic People Below

Overhead Mirrors Mimic People Below

Reflections In A Van’s Side Windows

Reflections In A Van’s Side Windows

Two Views Same Building Van’s Back Window & Door

Two Views Same Building Van’s Back Window & Door

Building On Spring St. Reflected In A Car’s Back Window

Building On Spring St. Reflected In A Car’s Back Window

Spring St. At 6th Reflection In A White Nissan’s Back Window

Spring St. At 6th Reflection In A White Nissan’s Back Window

Man’s Reflection In A Storefront Window

Man’s Reflection In A Storefront Window

 

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