And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street was one of my favorite books as a kid. The book itself was about a boy, Marco, whose dad tells him to look out for interesting things he might see. Marco's imagination runs wild creating a grand sight to be seen, but ends up telling the unembellished truth to his dad when he gets home - no one would believe his story anyway anyway.

This photograph feels the same way. Interesting things can happen anytime and anywhere, so i try to keep my eyes open and my camera in my backpack at all times. As i was biking across the Broadway bridge running errands at lunch, i noticed a full-size house floating down the river. Others on the bridge stopped to pull out cell phones and take pictures - i was glad to have a fully featured camera in my hands. Many of them, like marco, were content to tell the story as it was. I snapped a few shots, but realized there was a way to embellish this one - complete with photographic evedince.

As the house neared the steel bridge, i lined it up between the pillars and under neath the bridge's control room. This very conveniently hid the tugboat behind the house - transforming the photo from a snapshot of a uniqe event that happened into a surreal photograph that people will swear was photoshopped.

The photo is technically disappointing - backlight, washed-out sky, no details in the bridge features, grainy view of the house, and overall flat color. Oh well. It's more proof that technical precision doesn't correlate with the overall quality of a photograph.