June 1st, 2012
I watched the people in the car parked next to mine enter the building.
There were three of them; it seemed as though two of them were related.
Then, very quickly and very awkwardly, I pressed my camera against the window of their backseat.
On the short list of photos of I make on a regular basis, inside strangers' cars would be near the top.
I started my creative life as a fiction writer; perhaps these notes are connected by more than thin string.