On the first day of my adventure photographing the skyways, I caught this happy accident of a beam of light picking out a cell phoner on the ground floor of the Crystal Court. It was a perfect coincidence of the sun's moment and the man's social aphasia. Shortly later, a security guard told me I could only photograph the American Flag and the fountain in the Crystal Court, since it was private property, and the building management could dictate what was worthy of immortality, and what wasn't. A call to the City Hall brought the news that security guards can't dictate what photos tourists can shoot. And there you go, I am reborn as a tourist, now, forever.
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