Construction breaks the silence at the end of Mill Avenue. A large crane rhythmically rotates north and south, continually transporting something that I can’t really makeout. Greg and I setup shots in different locations, I make my way up A-mountain a bit, in the shadows of the literal Mill of Mill Avenue. A few nights past when I was there for a late night sprinting excursion, I happened upon a guy sleeping in the concrete circle there. I surprised him as I walked by and he sprung up like a ghost from the Disneyland Haunted Mansion. This time I kept my distance a bit, no sense in startling a couple fellas trying to catch some z’s.