Measures of Anonymity #19 Denver, Colorado 2012

Look close and you can see a lone figure walking by on the other end of the tunnel.]]>

Measures of Anonymity #18 Denver, Colorado 2012

A suggestion of life behind the grid. I think this image is interesting in that there is really no good indication of what you are looking at or the scale of the grid, except for the car which literally puts it all in perspective.

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Measures of Anonymity #17 Denver, Colorado 2012

The older the building the more signs of uniqueness and individuality appear, reducing the anonymity (for better or worse). This shot did make me wonder what the fire marshall thinks about a big swamp cooler blocking a fire escape.]]>

Measures of Anonymity #16 Denver, Colorado 2012

I really like the arrangement of shapes and shadows in this one, in some ways sort of a Mondrianesque collection of lines and shapes–but with enough vents, lights, etc. to be able to recognize it as a real rather than abstract object.]]>

Measures of Anonymity #15 Denver, Colorado 2012

Another facade, this one not so pleasing as yesterday’s but one I find graphically interesting nonetheless. And the staining on the stone brings some feeling of life or movement, however minimal or slow, to the composition.]]>

Measures of Anonymity #14 Denver, Colorado 2012

Back to the Denver series for a bit. Even though this building shields it’s occupants in perhaps lonely anonymity, the design pattern on the side were appealing to me. It reminded me of photos of the long, empty roads in the American West. (Which are of course also lonesome.)]]>

Measures of Anonymity #13 Denver, Colorado 2012

A corner shot of a parking garage.

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Measures of Anonymity #12 Denver, Colorado 2012

This is about the most sterile looking apartment complex I think I’ve seen. But it’s clean and well kept up.

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Measures of Anonymity #11 Denver, Colorado 2012

Some real signs of life here, and some individuality as well.

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Measures of Anonymity #10 Denver, Colorado 2012

When I lived in an old adobe house in Tucson too many decades ago, I made my own adobe bricks when I decided to enclose the patio. This building facade reminds me of the repetitive pattern of the mold I used to form the bricks. It also brings to mind rows on rows of jail cells in some massive surreal prison–probably not the effect the architect was going for. I note some expression of individuality though; some of the curtains in the windows are open.]]>