"Sunday, at Noon"
I was headed over the bay bridge one Sunday, right about noon, when I saw this guy's head reflected in his side view mirror.
He was looking out the window at all the traffic, with this wistful look on his face.
I hung my camera out to photograph this, laughing inwardly as the two girls in the back of the pickup looked on in disgust and closed the rear door-flap.
They thought I wanted something as petty as them, when I had this ought-to-be-award-winning shot available to me.
I entered this in the "Urban Oasis" contest and thought it ought to win under public acclaim under the title, "Why I need an Urban Oasis."
Well, it didn't even get honorable mention. <Sigh>
I still like it though.
He was looking out the window at all the traffic, with this wistful look on his face.
I hung my camera out to photograph this, laughing inwardly as the two girls in the back of the pickup looked on in disgust and closed the rear door-flap.
They thought I wanted something as petty as them, when I had this ought-to-be-award-winning shot available to me.
I entered this in the "Urban Oasis" contest and thought it ought to win under public acclaim under the title, "Why I need an Urban Oasis."
Well, it didn't even get honorable mention. <Sigh>
I still like it though.