Eric Carlson, circa 1998


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The overhead fence provided strange tessellated shadows. The feeling was of being on a bridge or a highway overpass. The Pavilion was constructed in a sharp-angled, unworldly geometry - like an abandoned Epcott Center.

Not having acquired "written consent" to take these photos, I had to work fast and smart. I concealed my trusty Minolta in a brown bag, and snapped pictures when I sensed the gendarmes were occupied elsewhere - perhaps shaking down teenagers for offensive clothing.

Actually, I saw no gendarmes. Or anyone else for that matter. The Pavilion was a ghost town in the middle of San Jose. A modern day Winchester Mystery House.



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