Screen | Wenatchee, WA | 2013

Our south-facing office window had a permanent screen that blotted out bright sun. At quitting time, we’d sit at our desks staring at a blurred cityscape. One night, in a nearby apartment window, we saw a man repeatedly punch a woman. The scene was blurred, of course, but it was clear the man wore a business suit. And a bright red necktie. Later that night, at a presentation to the city council, a slick developer pitched new waterfront condos to council members. I looked at the man, and all I could see was red: Red bloodshot eyes from drinking, red knuckles from pounding, and a red tie, slightly askew. Inside of 30 seconds, without saying a word, my coworker rose to fetch a cop.