Greetings From Fruitvale
Quick Grey Heron from an old national geographic I found in the dentist’s waiting room:
after I broke out from dentist I had about an hour and a half to kill in the east bay. So, naturally, I decided to wander along the railroad tracks with a camera in a dishevelled little town called Fruitvale. I got some exercise, a busted knee and some seriously amateur photos to show for it:
more at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/23515585@N05/sets/72157603858182234/
