Love,like light, bounces off of polished surfaces, magnifing many times the prismatic colors of the soul. When it finds scratches and worn places, the light bends and reflections alter the original mask, making for interesting patterns of recognition. For all intents and purposes this escalator was to be telling me "No, do not go there...." But the light beckoned me in a totally different way, and I traveled with my lens to a very colorful place.