Hotel ghost

Room 405, Holiday Inn Express, Pasadena, CA

After dropping off the girlfriend and friend Anu at their bachelorette party Friday night in L.A., I made a beeline for the hotel. When I opened our room and found a light switch I was struck by the strange/beautiful play of air under the thin curtains of the bedroom. I've seen variations on the same thing dozens of times in rooms across the world, but rarely stop to photograph them. Until now.

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Comments (1)

nice capture; this is a tiny poem

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