A little light. A little reflection. A little gold.
That’s what I saw while I was strolling up Royal Street. In the French Quarter.
That’s also what happens when I walk. A route. With a poodle. He knows where to go. He takes me there. When we get there, he knows to be a little patient. Then off we go. Again.
This place is located just across the street from that falling apart old apartment building that people — like me, for instance — photograph from the corner. It’s famous for falling down. You can see a bit of it reflecting in the window.
By the way, I have no idea who that person is in the window. Whoever she is, she’s enjoying the light show.
The picture, itself. I guess I shot it at about f 5.6. That’s where I like to work most of the time on these walks. Everything else. Hmmm… It’s pretty much as you see it. No tricks.