I used to do this a lot.
I’d brace my camera on the dashboard of the car, set everything to auto and let the camera do its thing. The only part of my that ever touched the camera was one finger. The one I used to push the shutter release button. I didn’t even look where the camera was pointed. I was focused on driving and the traffic around me.
It came to a natural end. I guess I got bored with it. No. I didn’t get in an accident. I didn’t hurt someone. Boredom just set in.
But, this picture.
Talk about luck. Photographers luck. Now If I can just find the original file. It’s attached to some event that I photographed. I’m thinking it was a commercial second line in The French Quarter. Neighborhood second lines and Indian events don’t usually happen after dark.
We’ll see. As I plow through my journey through the past.