That highly reflective building is where my mom worked for most of my childhood. I remember it being called Valley Center. I can remember driving with my dad every day to pick mom up from work. We would take 32nd Street to Van Buren, and then drive downtown on Van Buren which was known as Motel Row. It seemed very exotic to me because all the hotels had a neon sign, or a gimmick, or both. Now most of those neon signs are gone, though the ghosts of the buildings remain. I like the crane reflected in the building in this photo.
Fantastic perspective and beautiful memory. Love the way we’re drawn into the image by the track. And yes, the crane reflection gives us another story.