Motion. Movement. The combination of others moving and my own motion helped to create some kind of impressionistic art.
And, a lot of Ws.
I reckon that the Ws were created by NOLA’s potholed streets. Hit a hole and down the car goes. So too, with the other cars around me. Up. Down. Up. Down.
I was out looking for pictures one evening when I decided to go from the Garden District to the French Quarter. To do that I had to pass through the CBD. Central Business District. That’s where I ran into this pack of cars. And, a bus. I wasn’t really following them. But, they were in front of me.
I took advantage of the situation. That’s what my version of street photography really is about. Opportunism. And, luck.
If I had chosen some other profession, I’d probably be rich by now. I’d have a very easy life. What would be the fun in that?
Oh. NSU. A song from the legendary band, Cream. “Driving in my car, smoking my cigar, the only time I’m happy is when I play my guitar.”