I love me some moving water. Always have. A few drops. An enormous wave. Don’t matter. Mix in sparkling sunshine and I can’t resist. My brain’s visual junk pile section gets hyper hypnotized and stops me in my tracks. Gotta stop. Gotta stare.
So I was rushing from a shoot inside one building and on my way to the inside of another building. No time to spare. But there was a fountain along the way. There was sunshine behind it. There was me stopping in my tracks.
Here’s a few shots from my fifteen minute pause. Love me some moving water.
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written by Los Angeles photographer & writer ©Gregory Mancuso
