This is, and always will be, one of my favorite photographs. When I first saw this scene with its rich colors, I had no idea how the film—expired Portra 160 NC I’d found online—would deepen those colors. This is one of the photographs I framed for myself and hung in my living room. I tend to call it “The Owls.” They were perched in an old warehouse district near the railroad tracks and the Ohio River in the Portland neighborhood of Louisville, Kentucky, along 15th Street. Everything in the image is slightly askew, which creates a bit of tension. Indeed, everytime I’ve driven past them since, I look up to them. It was a shock, then, to drive past this spot recently on my way to a few gallery exhibitions to find they were gone. As with other photographs I’ve taken, they now preserve something—something, in fact, people may hardly have noticed at all.