First I got the idea that there might be interesting things happening at the airport, so I went there. It was strange being there with no intention to travel and no one to meet. It wasn't very busy, and I didn't find much in the way of story. I focused main on the interactions of one family. The lighting was weird. I found the contrasts between the family's intimacy and the sterility of the space interesting.
Later, I found Berkeley High football practice happening in gorgeous light. I like these better, though I wish I could have captured in a photo the coach's amazing grunt of a scream that carried through the air. I liked the kid looking on, and how all of them were in some way learning masculinity.
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