A lot of very harsh, aggressive shapes had formed in this concrete wall. The cracks had filled with white lime, making the wall look like a stormy sky criss-crossed with lightning. The faded graffiti added a feeling of disorder and anarchy. It all looked very dangerous and chaotic.
I like this photograph because it reminds me of all the forgotten places – undersides of bridges, vacant lots, alleys – that can sometimes keep secrets better than anywhere else. I go to places like these with my camera often, never quite knowing what visual treasures I might uncover, what hidden beauty lies beneath the scaley skin of the monster.
Cracked Concrete: Vancouver, BC, 2005