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.

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Taken on June 10, 2012