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  • I joined up with my occasional Meet Up group, the Saint Louis Photography Club, last night for a visit to the CitiGarden, one of the downtown sculpture gardens.

    Here the scene was defined by buildings and concrete, albeit somewhat softened by the occasional decorative tree. About thirty of us turned up, but it didn't take long for the landscape to swallow us. Even though it was Saturday night, and the bars leading towards Washington Avenue were doing good business, I felt a strange of solitude that suggested a far more barren environment, not that different from that experienced by Kelly in Colorado.

    Why a scene of such ostensible human concentration should have produced such an effect puzzled me at the time, even as I embraced the sensation.

    Perhaps it was the scale, vertical rather than horizontal.

    Perhaps it was the sense of enclosure. Everyone was cocooned behind glass. The only exception being an infrequent photographer friend dancing past, tripod on shoulder like a scorpion on the sand.

    Cars, bars, offices and apartments - all mirrors, reflections, glows and hidden eyes.

    Only towards the end of the evening when a seemingly drunken man, 32 oz. can of beer in hand, lurched alarmingly towards me only to ask in the most civil tones whether he was spoiling my shot, did my sense of remoteness lift.

    And with that, unwillingly forsaken, the spell of the evening dissipated. Then I felt the cold and the wind and the tug pulling me home.
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