Many times throughout the dark night in Williamsburg Brooklyn, I fell behind the group, taking pictures of fences and what not. Not that I like fences, but they can be fun to photograph. They are like an endless subject, though they end somewhere up the street–but no photo has to show that. They don't always have to look restrictive or imprisoning. Rather, they can appear artistic and curious. Like, What is back there? Why is there a purple locker on this one?