Echoes of the World Trade Center on west Pearl St in Boulder. One side-effect (or curse) of photography addiction, at least for me, is a tendency to see different things and places in other things and places. On the downside, fewer things stay simple, fewer things just are what they are, visually-speaking. Or, maybe that is the plus side—the increased awareness that everything contains a hint of everything else. Which is perhaps the way it really is anyway.