A cool October evening. Night had fallen about 90 minutes earlier. A sliver of moon helped the taillights and headlights crossing the nearby Benjamin Franklin Bridge. A street lamp, hanging 30 feet in the air and 100 feet away, was the only ambient light available when I photographed Cyclops with my cell phone.
The original image is black and white. Painted on a large piece of plywood bolted to the doorway of an abandoned brick building, I wasn’t expecting the phone to capture anything but darkness and, looking back, I have no idea why I tried to snap the photo. The delete button was almost a knee-jerk.
I never questioned the magenta hue, it just appeared and I loved it. Who knew such powerful color was walking around in the darkness?
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