A car reflection from this week.
In theory, I could still be photographing cars as much as I want -- I remember when I was recovering from my Rwanda illness how much pleasure that gave me when I was finally able to totter around the block, how beautiful the familiar streets suddenly seemed -- a house sparrow hopping off the curb, the pattern of raindrops on a windshield.
But I don't linger outside these days. When I go out for a walk, I listen to music or an audiobook and enjoy the fresh air on my face, but I get my exercise and then I scurry home.
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