Today I had some down time in between assignments and my editor, George Wilson, mentioned he saw a cool opportunity across the street. A luxury townhouse complex was being built and there were a bunch of construction workers on the raw structures. The sky was clear with the 4 o'clock sun blazing at just the right angle. The shadows hit the cement walls and floors hard and made some dramatic light in the rough atmosphere. All of the workers were Mexican, illegal, and didn't give their names, but they lent me a hardhat and I climbed up some scary ladders to join them.