brief set of photos straight from camera examining my fascination with neon signs, the irony of their existence in some instances and inverted hours of operation in relation to the very idea they glow to advertise. a bit nocturnal; they are to me, the tangible representation of a city's subconscious or collective lucidity, connecting the dots of integrity.

too deep, don't read version: an observation of neighborhoods adorned in these classic works of craftsmanship which have not yet converted to the obnoxious flashing led headaches. [no disrespect to light emitting diodes]. along with an appreciation if not obsession with what fine contrast they generate by the nature of their circuitry.