I gave up waiting for rain and started bicycling to work again. The upshot is that I am slowly finding my way back to shooting the East Bay streets. I’ve felt disconnected from it for quite a while, and I started to think maybe my photography stint was over. Now I’m feeling optimistic.
The car reminds me of a girl I knew in high school. She used to go around saying that a fortune teller told her she would not live to be 21. Of course I didn’t believe her. But it turned out to be true.
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