Over Pass.

I have an obsession with overpasses. I used to live under one in Houston in 1987, in a hammock that was suspended from the girders in the Montrose and I guess I've never shaken the odd feeling of being under one, of all the people overhead coming and going and having no idea that we were all living just five feet below. It's a sort of touchstone for me, to always look around a little more, to try and see what's going on a level deeper. Architecturally I really liked what was going on with this one, and it was worth the slamming on my brakes and burning rubber in reverse to catch it. Despite the poor soccer mom I scared to death in the next lane.