When something happens once, it just happens. The second time it happens, it’s just a coincidence. The third time something happens, it’s a pattern. For some reason all the visuals that caught my attention the day I walked around taking pictures for this photo assignment reminded me of the Southwest, leading to a series of tribal patterns. I miss my sister and her family. So maybe I was subconsciously looking for things that reminded me of them.
The first picture is the exterior of a building down my street. The second one is a section on an ottoman. And, the last one was taken walking by an anime convention happening at a local university.