I love the sheen of sunlight on a dark surface, be it asphalt, weathered steel or even plastic. There’s something magical in the patterns of the everyday world, the stuff we glance over every day, and there’s nothing better to reveal the magic than late fall sunlight.
After running up and down the street taking pictures of colorful New Orleans houses everyone and their mother had taken before me, I looked down at a car parked in front of one and had an itsy-bitsy revelation.
What can I say? The city is a gem.