odd time signatures

People are moving but I’m stopped dead


Detroit, 2012.

I took this shot right after hanging up from my mother's call about my uncle. It seemed so strange to be standing alone in the middle of a now-familiar but still strange city with people moving overhead.

There was something not right about it. It is as if the world should have stopped for at least one second in homage to the loss of one of the good guys. 

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