#223, Spokane, WA
Sometimes the alphabet gets jealous of all this itinerant number-hunting of mine and decides it's going to sneak its way into my photographs. After all, I'm a writer, not a number-cruncher. Shouldn't I show the alphabet a little love on these typographical scavenger hunts?
Looking for shapes of letters in doorways, columns, scaffolds, and window panes is a common exercise for beginning architecture students, and while I haven't tested it beyond a few accidental discoveries like this "A", I'm curious if, from a writer's perspective, it would interest me or just frustrate me. I can see how it could quickly degenerate from a harmless game into a Hitchcockian psychological thriller with me as its victim. All of a sudden, the city is one big disorganized keyboard, and I'm trying to hunt-and-peck my way through it, searching desperately for letters, never mind words, never mind paragraphs that make any kind of sense at all.
After a lifetime of writing, I've grown quite comfortable with QWERTY, right where I know I can find it.