Fisheye inside the sketchy freight elevator, at the abandoned San Francisco Chronicle newspaper printing plant. I always feel uncomfortable stepping into an elevator in an abandoned building, especially one that’s not actually lined up on a floor. They had caution tape strung across the doorway, like I wan’t supposed to be in here . . .
Night, total darkness. Warm white light from outside, and a kiss of red, skimmed on the wall, inside. It took 53 seconds to get it done.