The writing and photography of Alexander Beck
A shouting match ensued. Each side had one guy at the forefront that accelerated the aggression and two or three guys trying to hold him back. The tension could only build for so long…
Dozens of wooden cabinets each contained drawers stuffed with hand written or typed entries. When I asked how many entries there were, Graham replied without hesitation that there were millions…
The sound of trams rolling down the center of the major roads mixed with the voices of thousands and was topped by the high pitched ticking sound that indicated when one could use the crosswalk. I was in a tornado of human experience…
Planes only crashed in dramatic fashion in the movies, right? One of the pilots hurried to the seat and stared out the tiny window. He scurried back to the cockpit as quickly as he had arrived…